<?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-28016045</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:50:08.660-04:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Training'/><category term='Race Reports'/><title type='text'>Kate Runs</title><subtitle type='html'>It's a little like Forrest Gump - I ran a half marathon to see if I could, ran another one to see if I could do it faster, and just couldn't stop running.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-3735409283464236217</id><published>2009-05-10T18:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:07:50.036-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Reports'/><title type='text'>A new tradition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82Sisal1vdY/Sg31KliJIyI/AAAAAAAAAaE/n9MQwdomv9E/s1600-h/DSC00370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82Sisal1vdY/Sg31KliJIyI/AAAAAAAAAaE/n9MQwdomv9E/s320/DSC00370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336190695726719778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My running wouldn't be possible without two incredibly amazing supportive people - my boyfriend and my mom. These are the people who do not roll their eyes when I blather on about shoes, gear, tempo runs, hill repeats, track workouts, and scheduling such things. Both of them endure "when are you going to race?" comments from my dear running friends. Today my mom and I completed the inaugural Pacers Running Festival Mom and me challenge. We did the mixed event - she walked the 5K and I ran the half marathon. I was supposed to be using it as training run for a race 3 weeks hence, went out a little fast (ok too fast on the 500 foot descent over the first 1.5 miles) and definitely did not PR on course that was hillier than I anticipated. Mom relayed the following about her 5K 1) she wasn't the last person, even though she refused to turn her head and look behind her, a kindly race official confirmed it for her at the turnaround and 2) she passed people! She is willing to try another 5K in the fall with a little more training and let's just say I'll be running the Mom and me 5K event with her next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-3735409283464236217?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/3735409283464236217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=3735409283464236217' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/3735409283464236217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/3735409283464236217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-tradition.html' title='A new tradition'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82Sisal1vdY/Sg31KliJIyI/AAAAAAAAAaE/n9MQwdomv9E/s72-c/DSC00370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-8583254491732624289</id><published>2008-10-31T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:26:26.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures From Nike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-04.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2449958197305292548&amp;amp;site=widget-04.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197305292548&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-04.slide.com/p1/2449958197305292548/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197305292548&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-04.slide.com/p2/2449958197305292548/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2449958197305292548&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-04.slide.com/p4/2449958197305292548/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/28016045-8583254491732624289?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/8583254491732624289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=8583254491732624289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/8583254491732624289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/8583254491732624289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2008/10/pictures-from-nike.html' title='Pictures From Nike'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-8626681813689541949</id><published>2008-10-22T19:31:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:13:39.637-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Reports'/><title type='text'>Nike Race Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aka the day a race made me cry in a good way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One More Mile has a great sticker that says "Running is a Mental Sport and We Are All Insane". This definitely holds true for me - every time I lace up my shoes the mental game begins. How far am I going? How much will I push myself? The competitive type A personality wonders if the mile splits will be faster than the last, can I push myself around the track for one more set of 800s... To know me is to have a mental image of all of this and be smiling in recognition. No one is harder on me than well, me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To commit to running Nike I had to also commit to the realization that I wasn’t going to achieve a new faster, personal best on a course where mile 6 starts a steady climb that doesn’t end until about mile 7.2. In a somewhat genius move, the race organizers cleverly place photographers at mile 7.3 to capture the grins that come with being on a downhill stretch. Nike also meant learning how to run hill repeats - I spent many a Thursday night this summer running up and down Independence Ave from the front of the Capitol building to the back. Even it wasn’t going to be fast, after my experience in May I didn’t want it to HURT, because after that first downhill and its glorious views of the Golden Gate Bridge, comes another uphill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Running Nike was also about something bigger than me – 5,000 people from all over the country wore the same purple Team in Training singlet that I did to tackle 13.1 or 26.2 miles. Together we raised over $18 million for leukemia and lymphoma research. I knew that every time I thought I couldn’t hurt any more I had only to think about my honored teammate Rhonda, whose chemotherapy regime has put her blood test levels in a state of remission but sapped her daily energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;About that crying thing – after the second hill between mile 8 and 9 I crested the hill and was rewarded with a panorama of the Pacific Ocean. All of a sudden there were tears of joy as I thought about my honored teammate, what I had accomplished, what I knew I could finish if I just kept putting one foot in front of the other. I had achieved that moment that John “The Penguin” Bingham described the night before – knowing that I could do this. The self-doubt made a brief return at mile 11 where I made my first Team in Training coach run a stretch of Golden Gate Park with me while I mentally pulled myself back together. As I came out of the park and onto Great Highway with the finish line in sight, I realized that I had mentally won in a way I never have at any other race. I crossed the finish line and made the time goal I had set for myself (you didn’t think I went without a goal now, did you?!?). The reward for all this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A tuxedoed man handing me a Tiffany blue box with a finisher’s necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/M-jXyyo4Sa14EKeSCy0eNg?authkey=tAs6VxdPbK8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/kate.langbein/SP_CL1_g9WI/AAAAAAAAARg/51_WV417LqA/s400/DSC00057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kate.langbein/KateRuns?authkey=tAs6VxdPbK8"&gt;Kate Runs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’d show you a picture of the necklace, but that would mean I’d have to take it off. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-8626681813689541949?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/8626681813689541949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=8626681813689541949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/8626681813689541949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/8626681813689541949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2008/10/nike-race-recap.html' title='Nike Race Recap'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/kate.langbein/SP_CL1_g9WI/AAAAAAAAARg/51_WV417LqA/s72-c/DSC00057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-8663613159472619379</id><published>2008-06-15T19:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T19:58:56.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I have been and where I am going</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At last posting I was recovering from a head cold, a pity party and a half marathon. Since then I have run a 10 mile race (new personal best thank you very much) and another half marathon. At the half marathon I made the acquaintance of something I will become closer friends with this summer- a hill - at mile 10. Now part of me would like to leave ole Mr Hill in the past but I can't ... because I have committed to running the Nike Women's Half Marathon in October. Mr Hill has lots of friends on the Nike course which winds through San Francisco, which isn't exactly known for being flat. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why exactly am I torturing myself this way? The first answer is well because I am crazy about running at this point. But the second, more important reason is that I will be running Nike with the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society's Team in Training program. This race is a double win for the society - all proceeds go to the society, regardless of whether participants train with the Team. 2008 marks the 20th Anniversary of the Team in Training program and I have a very special reason to run - to celebrate my friend and mentor &lt;a href="http://rhondaradliff.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rhonda Radliff's&lt;/a&gt; courageous boxing match (her words!) with chronic myelogenous leukemia (CML). My little battle with a hilly race course is nothing compared to what she goes through every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhonda's CML was diagnosed a little over 6 months ago and fittingly I found out when I was on my way to another race. Doing another season with the team in her honor was the second thing that popped into my head after the first "it's not fair". Cliche as it may sound Rhonda has a heart bigger than her home state of Texas, an amazingly generous spirit that welcomed her daughter Lili into her life three years ago and impact felt round the world (literally as she has worked for two multi-national investment banks in her career). Even though she was my client, Rhonda became a professional mentor and friend to me as I was learning my way through the institutional equities business. We share a love of dark chocolate, champagne, and have been known to pick out the same pair of shoes in a store. She gives of herself every day - to her daughter, family, friends and faith community - and I can think of nothing more that I would like to do but give back. Some of the drugs she takes are second generation versions of drugs whose clinical trials where funded by the society. When I feel like a run has gone bad - I think it's nothing compared to chemotherapy. So crazy as it may sound - I plan to train for and run 13.1 miles up and down the hills of San Francisco to celebrate life of my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-8663613159472619379?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/8663613159472619379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=8663613159472619379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/8663613159472619379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/8663613159472619379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-i-have-been-and-where-i-am-going.html' title='Where I have been and where I am going'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-8340011992739073994</id><published>2008-04-01T19:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:15:47.326-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Reports'/><title type='text'>National Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Unlike my friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://swimbikerunsarah.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, I haven't been dutifully posting much about my training (other than complaining about my boredom with the Capital Crescent Trail in my last post). Leading up to the National Half Marathon, I dutifully ran hills (not enough, more on that later), sprints on the treadmill (the running clubs at the track scare me), and pushed a fairly aggressive pace for long runs. (Sub-10's... which still shocks the shite out of me). So I thought I was ready for Saturday and I planned to PR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well pride (and planning) goeth before the fall. A cute almost two year old gifted me with some really nice cold germs on Easter Sunday. I woke Wednesday morning and thought this is.not.happening. I took allergy meds/decongestants until Thursday night, while mentally trying to will the crud to clear up before Saturday. Since ephedrine and distance running can be a bad combination I boldly chose to keep up the good fight drug free. Sheer determination (read my stubborn disposition) made me decide to run the race even though 24 hours without decongestants had moved the gunk into my chest. (Yum, I know. Trust me, I was living with it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday dawned clear (Thursday's rain went away) and cold. Um, isn't it spring? The race was also EARLY... 0700 start and we left the house at 0515. &lt;ugh&gt;. As previously reported we test ran the middle part of the course and its series of hills from miles 4 to 8. I don't what we did that day but  they were much harder than I remembered. Plus, every time we came to a new one (especially the one on Michigan Ave), I thought "I don't remember this hill, I thought we were done with hills." I was buoyed by the crowd near mile 8 though... the students of Howard University gave us a loud welcome, in a spot on the course I would have predicted would have been desolate. A fellow TNT alum had jumped in with my partner and I just past mile 6 and paced us when we needed it most. (While we were climbing the hill leading up to her, the thought of her presence was neck and neck with the next water stop as our leading motivating factor). When my spirits (and lung capacity) began to flag at mile 11 she lured me to the finish line with the promise of alcohol. (What can I say? It worked - I made it across the finish line.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I crossed the line, I knew I hadn't met my (aggressive) goal. But a foundation of good training and the support of my friends had gotten me across the line about 19 seconds faster than in Philadelphia. After much reflection (ok and a little pity party), I will take that. There is always next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-8340011992739073994?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/8340011992739073994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=8340011992739073994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/8340011992739073994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/8340011992739073994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2008/04/national-marathon.html' title='National Marathon'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-7159983688827233047</id><published>2008-03-14T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:24:04.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you find something new to train for. I've had a registrations for May's Historic Half since November (the field was capped at 5,000 entrants and I had to make up my mind quickly) and Cherry Blossom 10 Miler since December. (What's with all this having to make up your mind so early about races?!?) I went and signed myself up for the National Half Marathon again and suckered, er convinced some fellow TNT'ers to join me. At this point we're: sick of the Capital Crescent Trail (though we got smart and run uphill first), ready for spring and close to being ready for the race. We've done a test run of the &lt;a href="http://www.mapmyrun.com/run/united-states/dc/washington/513952947"&gt;hills&lt;/a&gt; and have 13 miles planned for tomorrow. I am pondering another TNT season in honor of my friend Rhonda, who is battling &lt;a HREF="http://rhondaradliff.blogspot.com"&gt;CML&lt;/a&gt;. If I were to sign up it would be the Nike Women's Marathon (half only please) because first and foremost 100% of the proceeds benefit the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. The Tiffany finisher necklace is just icing on the cake. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-7159983688827233047?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/7159983688827233047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=7159983688827233047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/7159983688827233047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/7159983688827233047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2008/02/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-3622067799387692463</id><published>2008-01-25T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T22:14:31.196-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Reports'/><title type='text'>The rest of last year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As April turned to May I gleefully returned all of my &lt;a href="http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2007/02/well-month-has-gone-by-and-i-havent.html"&gt; TNT training captain gear&lt;/a&gt;, got a new job, and started final preparations for the Cleveland Half Marathon. I made the decision to run with the &lt;a href="http://www.clifbar.com/play/pace_team/"&gt;Clif Bar Pace team&lt;/a&gt; -- in hopes that I wouldn't come off the starting line too fast and to shave another few minutes off my time. Both things happened along with an unexpected third thing -- I barely used my run:walk ratio. When I look at the finish line photos I remember the elation I felt at the sight of the clock and the realization that I had run almost the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then coasted into summer without another race in site until October and faced up to the challenge of training on my own. No coach telling me what to do, just my own self-discipline. (If only I could apply that to housekeeping!) I worked on increasing my run to walk ratio, conquered my pacing issues on the dreadmill/treadmill and discovered the joys of solitary running. (Though on the most painfully humid Saturday mornings I missed my buddies). I trained all summer with the &lt;a href="http://armytenmiler.com/"&gt;Army Ten Miler&lt;/a&gt; and 100 minutes in mind. The race holds a special place in my heart for all it represents... the alternative to &lt;a href="http://marinemarathon.com/"&gt;Washington's other premiere fall running event&lt;/a&gt;, the faces of the young soldiers who call me ma'am, the monuments, and 20 years of being an Army "brat." When the five-day forecast rolled around and it looked an average August day I was forced to reevaluate the whole darn plan. (I won't deny I was a little heartsick about it). I added 5 minutes to desired finish time and focused on finishing safely. I was lucky... many that day experienced heat stroke or worse in DC and Chicago. The final stretch of the 10 miler takes you down an off-ramp and under an overpass, rather like going through the final "chute." It still gives me chills to think I stood in the relative shade of that overpass, waiting and watching for friends to finish and saw the medics rush by on a golf cart. I would later find out that a young man, who probably ran right past where I stood collapsed near the finish line. All of sudden times didn't matter so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran Philly again in November... an excellent way to burn a few calories the Sunday before Thanksgiving. I gave thanks to my pacer from Clif Bar on turkey day and headed into the blur that is the holiday season. I avoided seasonal stress by setting a mileage goal for December and exceeding it by two miles... but still I busted the goal, in part by being one of those crazy people who exercises on Christmas Day. (For the record I was not alone out there). 2008 looks ok so far but it's a story for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-3622067799387692463?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/3622067799387692463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=3622067799387692463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/3622067799387692463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/3622067799387692463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2008/01/rest-of-last-year.html' title='The rest of last year'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-4823937586138125038</id><published>2008-01-06T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T10:48:11.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Lack of Content I Give You Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;From my first and second half marathons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-33.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2089670227100912947&amp;amp;site=widget-33.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=2089670227100912947&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-33.slide.com/p1/2089670227100912947/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=2089670227100912947&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-33.slide.com/p2/2089670227100912947/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/28016045-4823937586138125038?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/4823937586138125038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=4823937586138125038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/4823937586138125038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/4823937586138125038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-lack-of-content-i-give-you-pictures.html' title='For Lack of Content I Give You Pictures'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-3321589159708821541</id><published>2008-01-04T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T18:06:32.649-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Reports'/><title type='text'>April 2007 - Catch up Post 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;April was about two things -- 10 mile races and job searching. Preparing for the former was a pleasant salve for the unpleasantness that comes with the latter. The worst thing about job searching is the best stuff has a tendency to come to you, through networking or a recruiter seeking you out. This was true for me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first race of the month was the Cherry Blossom 10-Miler, an annual DC tradition that I was so eager to be a part of that I spent &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; days attempting to register. (Thanks marathonguide). Only after I had shelled out my money did I put two and two together and realize that April 1 was a week after National Half. In my head I was giving myself a week between races -- given that other runners have told me they did the same thing, clearly it makes perfect sense. Just nod your heads and smile at my inability to read a calendar properly. Race day dawned (too early, but thanks to our early start on daylight saving time not as early as it could have) and I schlepped on the Metro to Metro Center, road a school bus to West Potomac Park, and frankly six plus months later I still remember how flippin' cranky I was. Thoughts such as running 10 miles a week after a half marathon was the dumbest idea I'd ever had, it was too early... you get the picture. I dutifully waited to start with my group and found myself in the front of the corral because it was the only place with room. By the time we started I was at least calm, the weather was decent (no rain like the week before) and I just started running. When we ran across the Memorial Bridge I saw a sign for another runner exhorting her to run in 100 minutes or bust. I have on the fly math calculation issues in the best of circumstances, plus my ability to do "splits" math while running is bad so I thought that's too fast for me. As we rounded the circle at the end of the bridge I realized the split math was painfully easy and 100 minutes wasn't as far out of range as it had been in 2006. I busted 100 minutes, but only went over by 2 minutes. Not bad for cranky pants way I had started the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other 10 miler was the GW Parkway Classic. A few weeks had passed, I was tuning up for Cleveland Half Marathon, but I still thought I'd see if I could repeat Cherry Blossom. I also grappled with the idea that not every day can be a PR day; a humbling thought for a newbie where every race so far had been a better showing than the last. I finished about a minute slower than earlier in the month and enjoyed a hearty post-race breakfast at The Royal Restaurant with my running buddies. My other enduring memory of the day was the sheepish look on another runner's face when she was the only one dropped off at the 5K start (both races are point to point). Someone assured her that she was probably the sane one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-3321589159708821541?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/3321589159708821541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=3321589159708821541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/3321589159708821541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/3321589159708821541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2008/01/april-2007-catch-up-post-1.html' title='April 2007 - Catch up Post 1'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-1056702242595049586</id><published>2007-03-26T07:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T07:25:10.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops I did it again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;... and unlike Britney it didn't involve shaving my head but shaving some time off my personal best for a half marathon. I have gone from 2:58 (Virginia Beach) to 2:23 (Philadelphia) to 2:20. Whoo hoo! It was a great day -- good course, lots of friends and family to cheer me on, cool weather (though I couldn't done without the soaking at about 6:15 before the race start) and a good run. The marathon course ran through all four quadrants of DC and the half marathoners hit three of the four quadrants. I believe we were a bit a sight to behold on Minnesota Ave SE for miles 10-11as I am not sure the neighbors quite understood why we were running. The small crowd was fun -- Minnesota Ave has some rolling hills -- there were some pre-teen girls telling us "no walking up the hill!" which I thought was sweet. I followed their "instructions", ran a piece of mile 11 with Coach John and trudged on to East Capitol Street to run back to RFK. Coach Anita was there for the last tenth of a mile (up another darn hill) lightly jogging beside me and goading me... you can't pass me ... to which I am thinking "you had hip surgery three weeks ago - damn straight I better pass you!" and I chugged on in to the finish line. A post run omelet at the Royal Restaurant and a chocolate donut... it doesn't get any better than this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-1056702242595049586?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/1056702242595049586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=1056702242595049586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/1056702242595049586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/1056702242595049586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2007/03/oops-i-did-it-again.html' title='Oops I did it again...'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-7366418559980876365</id><published>2007-03-22T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T17:43:43.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to run</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm, maybe a subject line about &lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/dixiechicks/readytorun.html"&gt;running away from the altar&lt;/a&gt; isn't the best choice?!? If there is a country song about everything I can't think of the one that says I am ready to pound my joints for 13.1 miles through the streets of Washington DC because I think it's a fun challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been an eventful season... I trained for most of February on my own, endured cold mornings, icy sidewalks and a nose that wanted to run too. HA. We discovered the second most popular thing at water stops was the box of tissues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday marks 1/2 marathon number 3. The first time I was worried about finishing, the second time about running alone, and this time, well I am worried that I am not worried. (aka overconfidence). Every time gets easier but because it's me the worrying never stops. I have a time goal in mind, but all I will say here is that I'd like for it to be the same as Philly (2:23). Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-7366418559980876365?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/7366418559980876365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=7366418559980876365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/7366418559980876365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/7366418559980876365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2007/03/ready-to-run.html' title='Ready to run'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-1455431351731607644</id><published>2007-03-19T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T16:16:14.324-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Reports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>In the groove</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday I found myself in a nice sweet spot as a runner... I ran the St Patrick's Day 8K -- as I am tapering for National 1/2 Marathon I told myself I'd run to put the miles on my legs, not for time. I even had a running partner with a slightly shorter stride and some lingering knee problems to try to take it easy. And all of you who know me well are shaking your heads and saying "Yeah right Kate..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you would be correct -- I went out and found myself a new personal best at 8K - I shaved a minute off my splits from the Fair Lakes 8K back in September 2006 and felt great afterwards. I did not however beat his honor Mayor Adrian Fenty. The new mayor of DC is a force to be reckoned with on the race course -- Fenty ran 6:47 splits and finished 9th in his age bracket. Not too shabby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fellow runner from Fall season mailed me this article about running and writing. As a tardy blogger I thought it was kind of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/07069/768241-109.stm"&gt;The link between Running and Writing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-1455431351731607644?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/1455431351731607644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=1455431351731607644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/1455431351731607644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/1455431351731607644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-groove.html' title='In the groove'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-3312229508670647622</id><published>2007-02-12T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T09:07:00.302-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><title type='text'>I've been AWOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well a month has gone by and I haven't managed to post anything but I have certainly been on the trails and keeping busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TNT managed to convince me I'd be a great "training" captain in addition to my team captain duties. One of the primary things I do is coordinate volunteers for our water stops along the route. Now getting someone to be out on a trail at 0800 on a Saturday is challenging enough but add in our several week spell of 20 degree mornings and some days it feels impossible. Our runners have the benefit of motion to keep them warm (they say that after you get moving it will feel 20 degrees warmer) but our volunteers must don the long johns and extra layers to keep us hydrated. Our normal operating procedure is to pour water into cups for runners to grab -- but it's starting to freeze on the surface! Because of the sugar/salt combination Powerade doesn't freeze as quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running in this weather has been a challenge - two Saturdays ago I ran 8 miles for the first time in about 3 months into a "refreshing" head wind for the first 4 miles. I couldn't wait to turn around and have the wind at my back. Family matters called me away this past Saturday but I did sneak a run in -- however I wasn't so lucky with the wind this time. I ran the route below twice -- first time clockwise and the second time counter clockwise. I was secretly hoping that the second loop would put the wind in my favor on Ocean Avenue -- but mother nature was having fun with me and shifted the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.mapmyrun.com/route/united-states/nj/west-end/239714149"&gt;Run at the Shore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proving that TNT participation is a contagious thing my friend Sarah has started her own TNT journey -- to complete her first ever triathalon. Her blog is linked to the right... it's a fun read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-3312229508670647622?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/3312229508670647622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=3312229508670647622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/3312229508670647622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/3312229508670647622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2007/02/well-month-has-gone-by-and-i-havent.html' title='I&apos;ve been AWOL'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-963046423519676928</id><published>2007-01-02T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T15:23:20.301-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I made it through the holidays with a minimum of skipped runs, no added pounds and all of my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the spring season TNT'ers have had the welcome breakfast (Dec 2nd), a group run in Bethesda (Dec 9th) and a pace run (Dec 16th). December 9th presented a special treat because the &lt;a href="http://www.runwashington.com/news/nov06jollyfatman.html"&gt;Jolly Fat Man run&lt;/a&gt; was sharing the Capital Crescent Trail. You know that parking in Bethesda (which shouldn't be an issue at 0800 on a Saturday morning) is going to be fun when the first thing you see rounding the corner is the DC-101 promotional vehicle parked. I parked a block away and nearly croaked when I heard the race announcer say they had 700 runners. Did I mention the Crescent Trail isn't that wide? Oh and that it was 25 degrees that morning?!? Hello only crazy TNT fools should be on the trail in those conditions. No harm no foul, the race went off and we waited about half an hour and were able to run with no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the random front, over a decade in Maryland seems to have seeped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 20px; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;How Maryland Are You?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;You're 100% Maryland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 45%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;You have erected a shrine to Ray Lewis in your living room, complete with a "BELIVE 'HON" bumper sticker on your car. You can name every county in the state and refer to Howard County as "Ho Co." The second you step over the stae line, you feel weird, and need a Natty Bo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;You're 80% Maryland&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 37%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;You're 60% Maryland&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 22%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;You're 20% Maryland&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 16%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;You're 40% Maryland&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 9%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/how_maryland_are_you"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How Maryland Are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know about shrines to Ray Lewis but rooting for the Ravens is usually a less sad exercise than being a Redskins fan. But when it comes to lacrosse I bleed black and blue not red. And it you are a Marylander you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-963046423519676928?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/963046423519676928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=963046423519676928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/963046423519676928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/963046423519676928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-6831672904984423432</id><published>2006-11-30T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T10:35:22.316-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I have been tagged...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am avid reader of other blogs and apparently my habit got me tagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Explain what ended your last relationship? We grew up and apart... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. When was the last time you shaved? I will take the 5th -- it's almost December!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. What were you doing this morning at 8 a.m.? Checking my e-mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.What were you doing 15 minutes ago? Typing a project plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Are you any good at math? I prefer spreadsheets and the calculator (but my mom's 10-key skills are better than mine.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Your prom night? Scary hair-do. I only recently threw out the box with the jillion hair pins that kept it in place along with the quart of hairspray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. Do you have any famous ancestors? Not that I know of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Have you had to take a loan out for school? Nope. My parents did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. Do you know the words to the song on your myspace profile? No my space profile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. Last thing received in the mail? Netflix discs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11. How many different beverages have you had today? Three - a glass of milk, coffee and water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12. Do you ever leave messages on people’s answering machine? Why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13. Who did you lose your CONCERT virginity to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14. Do you draw your name in the sand when you go to the beach? Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15. What is out your back door? The deck which is littered with leaves and needs to be resealed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;16. Any plans for Friday night? Yes, but they involve home improvement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;17. Do you like what the ocean does to your hair? It gives me the wavy look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;18. Have you ever received one of those big tins of 3 different popcorns? I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;19. Have you ever been to a planetarium? Probably? Some field trip?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;20. Do you re-use towels after you shower? Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;21. Some things you are excited about? Running, knitting, baking when I get the chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;22. What is your favorite flavor of JELLO? Raspberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;23. Describe your keychain(s)? It's a cheap carabiner from Target&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;24. Where do you keep your change? In my wallet and in my car's center console (for parking).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;25. What kind of winter coat do you own? Which one? I like coats for some reason. Currently I have one PETA would hate, a long brown wool one I bought in Italy, and pretty blue green one from last season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;26. What was the weather like on your graduation day? Sunny for high school and college. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;27. Do you sleep with the door to your room open or closed? Depends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;28. Did you read this far? If you did - TAG! You're it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-6831672904984423432?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/6831672904984423432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=6831672904984423432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/6831672904984423432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/6831672904984423432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-been-tagged.html' title='I have been tagged...'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-5452295509354417251</id><published>2006-11-20T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T15:55:08.876-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Reports'/><title type='text'>Releasing my inner Rocky or my inner Kenyan?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I closed out the fall running season by running the Philadelphia Half Marathon. The &lt;a href="http://philadelphiamarathon.com/exec/philly/races/half.asp"&gt; course&lt;/a&gt; began and ended at the Eakins Oval in front of the set of &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/districts/parkway/museu.htm"&gt;steps&lt;/a&gt; that &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0075148/"&gt;Rocky Balboa&lt;/a&gt; made famous. Thankfully the course didn't involve any stair work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My training partner was injured so I was on my own for this one. Nervous?!? A little... but better weather makes for better running, the course was reasonably flat and I knew I was ready. The first 5.5 miles of the course allowed for muliple chances  for spectators to catch their runners and between mile 7 and 8 we ran through the Drexel University campus -- including up Fraternity and Sorority Row. Sigma Phi Episilon and Delta Zeta (my mom's sorority) were out in force on their side by side front porches drinking and whooping it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around mile 1 I spotted was has to be the best sign for a runner ever - it read "Go [some runner's name] Go -- release your inner Kenyan!" My inner Kenyan must have been released as well -- I finished in 2:23:46 -- and more importantly I didn't feel like I was going to pass out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-5452295509354417251?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/5452295509354417251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=5452295509354417251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/5452295509354417251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/5452295509354417251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2006/11/releasing-my-inner-rocky-or-my-inner.html' title='Releasing my inner Rocky or my inner Kenyan?!?'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-116225903006631993</id><published>2006-10-30T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T20:43:50.080-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Reports'/><title type='text'>The tortoise becomes a hare?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ever since I ran the Army 10 miler I have been moderately enamored (ok slightly obesssed) with the idea of running a half marathon in Washington DC. It was truly amazing to run down Independence Ave at the 10 miler, run past the monuments that are so familiar and ok I admit it have friends and family come watch me run. But there was a small hurdle to overcome -- in order to participate in the second annual National Half Marathon I needed to &lt;a href="http://nationalmarathon.com/registration.asp"&gt;qualify&lt;/a&gt;. I am known for being stubborn but I have to say I was hoping to only have to try once because the racing opportunities are thinning out as the weather gets colder. I am pleased to report at yesterday's Marine Marathon 10K time proved to be a winner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put this in perspective you only need to look back at &lt;a href="http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-group-run.html"&gt; my timed run&lt;/a&gt; in May. I was happy just to finish (at a 14 minute per mile pace). Yesterday I went out and ran 6.2 miles as if it were second nature. That must be some sort of minor miracle. (Or as Coach Rich said while we watched the Marine Corps Marathoners finish, some really good coaching - I am inclined to agree).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-116225903006631993?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/116225903006631993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=116225903006631993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/116225903006631993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/116225903006631993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2006/10/tortoise-becomes-hare.html' title='The tortoise becomes a hare?!?'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-116195310830412404</id><published>2006-10-27T08:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T08:46:06.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Count down to the big event</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This weekend a little thing called the Marine Corps Marathon takes over your nation's capitol. Now I have the running fever but not the patience to run the approximately 6 hours it would take me to finish a marathon. But my fellow teammates have been training all season long for the big day and I thought I'd share their thoughts as the day approached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Twas three sleepnights before the race&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And throughout metropolitan D.C.,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Carb-loading marathoners dreamt apace&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Of the fans &lt;em&gt;semper fidelis&lt;/em&gt; they might see.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The season, training since May, had been long . . .&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And their legs/knees/feet were oft sore.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But they planned to finish strong!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(The effects of pilates on their core?)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;With determination on their faces,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;They remembered their mission: a CURE!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As they tied and re-tied their laces,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Victory, one step at a time, was sure.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The weather forecast for run/walking was ideal --&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The better to attract a supportive crowd.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;These TNT athletes imagined the zeal&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Of friends and family cheering, cowbelling loud.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The course offered numerous chances, it seemed&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For enterprising spectators, travelers among them,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To shout, "Run strong!" and "GO TEAM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marinemarathon.com/race_info/spectators.htm"&gt; Spectator Information&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So when, where, how to find (or text) Stro? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Averaging 12.5 minutes per mile . . . &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Singlet purple, visor green (day-glo) . . . &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mostly, thanks to your support, by her smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To read Daphne's take on all of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daphneruns.blogspot.com/2006/10/holy-crap-its-three-days-away.html"&gt; It's Three Days Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be running the 10K companion race and then will be on the course cheering people on. Run Strong and GO TEAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daphneruns.blogspot.com/2006/10/holy-crap-its-three-days-away.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-116195310830412404?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/116195310830412404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=116195310830412404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/116195310830412404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/116195310830412404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2006/10/count-down-to-big-event.html' title='Count down to the big event'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-116145207708738329</id><published>2006-10-21T13:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T13:34:37.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After all of my training I thought it would be a shame to waste the newly developed muscles, endurance, etc. Here's what I have been doing since my last post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fair Lakes 8K -- 1 week after VA Beach - how motivated is that?!? Although I was greatly humbled by a significantly older gentleman who ran the last leg neck and neck with me. It turns out he is 74! The finish line commenter was calling out names as we approached the line. Even though he beat me by 2 seconds all I could think was I want to be that strong at 74!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Navy 5 Miler on September 24th -- Humbled by the young this time - a coworker's 10 year old beat me by 6 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Army 10 Miler on October 8th -- an awesome run through DC and the monuments with a great crowd on Independence Avenue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Next weekend I am running the Marine Corps Marathon 10K run and going out to support my awesome teammates from Team In Training. My other great news is that I will be running for TNT's spring season and will be a team captain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-116145207708738329?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/116145207708738329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=116145207708738329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/116145207708738329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/116145207708738329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-115740963985160647</id><published>2006-09-04T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T18:40:39.863-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Reports'/><title type='text'>A journey of a lot of miles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;... began with a single step and ridiculous amount of stubborn determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rocked Virginia Beach (my finisher's medal even says so!). Final time of 2:58:26, which meant I averaged 13:36 per mile over the course distance. Yesterday was humid and sunny -- the ideal race conditions were present the day before (about 5 degrees cooler and what felt like half as much humidity). The excitement of the race and a faster than average runner in our little group meant we came out stronger than we meant to (my 5K splits were 12:18 per mile). I lost a lot of speed between mile 9 and 10 -- just after I saw my support crew and just before I saw my sailing friend Janessa, whose boyfriend's band was playing on the course. (One of the selling features of the Rock and Roll Half Marathon is live music on the course. I have to say what sold me was the "fast and flat" race course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was training for this event people said "will you do it again?" and "is there a marathon in your future?" My answers before race day were "I will tell you after race day" and "definitely not." My answers now "yes I would do a half marathon again... I have a couple of races in mind." I have about five witnesses to my statement of no more summer endurance events though! -- it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOO HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Running a full marathon remains out of the question. I think 3 hours is long enough to run. I would run with Team in Training again in a heartbeat -- there were people there every step of the way when I thought what in the hell am I doing and I just want to stop running now. To the Maryland TNT staff member who walked alongside of me at mile 10 and gave me sport beans, the Northern New Jersey Coach who ran most of mile 12 beside me and to Coach Rich who took me into the finish, thank you from the bottom of my heart. It was simply an amazing journey...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-115740963985160647?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/115740963985160647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=115740963985160647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115740963985160647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115740963985160647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2006/09/journey-of-lot-of-miles.html' title='A journey of a lot of miles...'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-115707249960277940</id><published>2006-08-31T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T21:03:10.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Approaching Race Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Sunday my 16 week journey from 0 miles per week to 12-15 miles per week will be tested in my first ever half-marathon. I have done the physical preparation -- every Saturday group run, Tuesday/Thursday solo and buddy runs as well as Wednesday cross-training (ok you all know that involved sailing and beer!). Now I just need to run so I can stop wondering "what will the race be like?" and does it really matter if this is a non-Gatorade race?!? (Because I can't see carrying little packets of Gatorade to mix while I run, the answer is no. I have my favorite energy source - Clif Bloks, so that's all that matters to me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I learned in 16 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Running is fun... if you find your groove, awesome running partners and a good trail. Good trails = Capital Crescent, Custis Trail and the National Mall. Bad trails = Pierce Mill at Rock Creek Park.&lt;br /&gt;2. Every future marathoner or half-marathoner needs an awesome group of runners and non-runners alike to encourage, cajole (recognize yourself?!?), and generally keep them honest.&lt;br /&gt;3. Being speedy gets you to the finish line first, but the back of the pack has more fun.&lt;br /&gt;4. Running is a worse cult than rowing, my former temple of pain&lt;br /&gt;5. I couldn't have asked for a better training program than Team in Training. If you're thinking about joining them - to run a marathon, cycle 100 miles, or complete a triathalon - do it! It's a great cause to be associated with and a wonderful group of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-115707249960277940?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/115707249960277940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=115707249960277940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115707249960277940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115707249960277940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2006/08/approaching-race-day.html' title='Approaching Race Day'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-115569770497986459</id><published>2006-08-15T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T23:08:24.993-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><title type='text'>I am strong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... Ok I am not invincible, but Saturday's weather certainly made me feel that way. Mother Nature's birthday present to me was a beautiful, low humidity, 65 degree morning. I couldn't have asked for better weather to run 12 miles. (no that's not a typo!) I finished in under 3 hours and I felt good. Highlights include&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The company of my running buddies singing Happy Birthday as we ran down the trail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My favorite trail (Capital Crescent Trail)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Realizing I am strong enough to run 12 miles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finding Nikki, the wife of a former co-worker, working the water stop at mile 5.5 (isn't she lucky that the big sweaty hug she got wasn't as sweaty as it normally would be?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The half-marathon is less than 3 weeks away and after Saturday I am sure I can finish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-115569770497986459?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/115569770497986459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=115569770497986459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115569770497986459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115569770497986459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-strong.html' title='I am strong...'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-115496451852909246</id><published>2006-08-07T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T11:28:38.546-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><title type='text'>A cure for the doldrums...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;... can be found in beautiful, low humidity 70ish degree weather. I opened the front door on Saturday morning (at 0555!) and didn't feel like I was walking into an oven. This my friends is exciting. The 10 mile run two Saturdays ago was miserablely hot. Even though I was looking at 8 miles of hills, at least the weather was on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the weather effect shaved 2 minutes per mile off my time. 8 miles in 104 minutes equals 13 minute miles. Whoo hoo! And at the end of my run, I felt good! I am sure this weather effect will be short-lived (the glass half-empty theory) and my 12 miles on the 12th will be like my 10 miles on 29th but for now the doldrums are over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-115496451852909246?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/115496451852909246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=115496451852909246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115496451852909246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115496451852909246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2006/08/cure-for-doldrums.html' title='A cure for the doldrums...'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-115465728379287541</id><published>2006-08-03T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T22:08:03.803-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><title type='text'>The doldrums</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;With multiple days of 100+ degree days (before the heat index!), you can't blame me for having a case of the blahs. It's not safe to run outdoors and the dreadmill, um I mean treadmill, has been a real treat. I swear I have completely reprioritized my home improvement list after my time on the treadmill in the basement. I have visions of a bright cheery workout room, with a nice plasma tv...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to report I did survive the 10 miles last Saturday. I discovered I really dislike running around Haines Point and that 10 miles in July takes me 2.5 hours. Oh well there is time for speed later. Saturday we conquer another piece of the Marine Corps Marathon Route -- I will keep you posted on how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-115465728379287541?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/115465728379287541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=115465728379287541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115465728379287541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115465728379287541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2006/08/doldrums.html' title='The doldrums'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-115412974707155100</id><published>2006-07-28T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T19:35:47.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am behind on this and I know it. But gentle readers I must also point out no one submitted their favorite workout tunes. Enough said, we're even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday's run was eight miles -- done it once so I knew I could do it again. Only complaints - 90+ degrees and nasty humidity. The location was ok - Pierce Mill section of Rock Creek Park. It's Coach Rich's favorite which may have something to do with the fact that there seemed to be less bikers. I love the &lt;a href="http://www.cctrail.org/"&gt;Capital Crescent Trail&lt;/a&gt; (maybe because it's where it all began on &lt;a href="http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_watchkaterun_archive.html"&gt;May 20th&lt;/a&gt;) but even at 0700 on a Saturday morning there are TONS of bikers. On the way home from the run I reflected that what gets me through the long runs is the joy of the back of the pack. I admit it, I envy the 8-10 minute mile group, but did you sing on your long run last Saturday? And not just any song but &lt;a href="http://www.elyrics4u.com/b/build_me_up_buttercup_the_foundations.htm"&gt; Buttercup&lt;/a&gt;. Take that you speedsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was a treadmill day -- though Anne and Sarah say I get points for dedication. (I say I get penalized for laziness on Tuesday morning when the alarm went off at 0500 and I ignored it). Anne, Sarah and I are knitters and we decided to take a class at &lt;a href="http://www.stitchdc.com"&gt;Stitch DC&lt;/a&gt;. (the best knitting store in the District). So at darn near 10 pm I was hitting the treadmill when I finally made it home from the Eastern Market station. I did add a few items to my workout mix on the i-pod to spice things up, but that doesn't mean y'all are off the hook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was probably the most challenging mid-week run ever. As Stro pointed out when we were done I faced (and conquered) several challenges in one 4 mile run and didn't really struggle until the last half mile. It was the usual 90 degree muggy weather (sadly I take that as a given) but since I had forgotten my water bottle and waist pack I had to carry my water. Coach Rich is right -- that really does throw off your gait. We had a luncheon at work and I have now figured out that even 5+ hours later enchiladas can really throw you off. Stro is a marathoner and her mileage mid-week has been increased to 4 miles so I had a new distance and route. Add to that we decided to run 5:1 and it's no wonder I was wrecked when I finished. And if all that wasn't enough the red line towards Glenmont required at 15 minute wait. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach Rich has given us a preview of tomorrow's route. He split the distance -- marathoners are scheduled to run 12 miles and half-marathoners are scheduled to run 10 miles. He has an 11 mile route he likes so guess what - we're all running &lt;a href="http://www.mapmyrun.com/view_run.php?r=47520ed1cd150380976a52183c7659c8"&gt;11 miles&lt;/a&gt;. Fun times, I know you all secretly envy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-115412974707155100?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/115412974707155100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=115412974707155100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115412974707155100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115412974707155100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2006/07/friday-musings.html' title='Friday Musings'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-115344541810895472</id><published>2006-07-20T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T21:38:29.586-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><title type='text'>Sick of the Treadmill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well it was bound to happen at some point in my training -- it would be so ridiculously hot that outdoor running would be mildly dangerous instead of just mildly masochistic. With a heat index of 105, Tuesday definitely qualified. (As if I needed any further incentive to run indoors the Navy declared Tuesday a black flag day -- all outdoor physical training was cancelled.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the flip side is the sheer mononity of it. Forty minutes seems like drudgery -- and it doesn't help I am stuck in a music rut on my i-pod. So my devoted readers bring on your favorite exercise songs ... the heat is breaking a little but I am sure there are a few more treadmill days in my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-115344541810895472?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/115344541810895472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=115344541810895472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115344541810895472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115344541810895472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2006/07/sick-of-treadmill.html' title='Sick of the Treadmill'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-115297372516245544</id><published>2006-07-15T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T10:28:45.786-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><title type='text'>A little excitement on the trail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;By now I have overcome the early rising on Saturday morning for group runs, but last night on the GW Parkway I looked through the smog near Arlington Cemetry and noticed I could barely see the Georgetown campus. This didn't add to my excitement for today's run - I had already run Thursday night and come back dripping head to toe. YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's run was only 6 miles on the Capital Crescent Trail - familiar distance in a familiar place -- not much excitement to look forward to. Now we're used to trail manners about bikers but police cars?!? Somewhere between mile 8.5 and 9, there was a police car. At first it seemed like they were there for the tree on the trail - until you realized the tree got on the trail when someone drove down the path and crashed down into the gulch on the side of the trail! I have my trusty Washington Post reader (aka my mother) on the case and I'll post an update when I find out more. What we do know is that after we turned around at Thompson's Boat House and headed back to Fletcher's one of the police cars was escorting the driver away in hand-cuffs. It was a pity the camera phone was in the car!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-115297372516245544?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/115297372516245544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=115297372516245544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115297372516245544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115297372516245544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2006/07/little-excitement-on-trail.html' title='A little excitement on the trail'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-115267076842052128</id><published>2006-07-11T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T22:23:23.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good things (Not the kind that Martha makes)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If one is going to haul oneself out of bed at 0530 on a Saturday morning, there better be some spiffy gear to put on. For once I tried to go slow on the purchasing (had to prove to myself I'd make it more than 2 weeks) but lately I have been in acquisition mode - something about not wanting to do laundry 3 times a week to have clean running clothes I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoes - &lt;a href="http://www.activasports.com/act/products/ASC897/"&gt; Asics GT 2110  &lt;/a&gt; - They are a motion control shoe (keeps my feet from rolling in, but also works for people who roll their feet out). My first pair was a lovely periwinkle and silver combination and I was very excited to discover them in a turquoise silver combo. (All the better to tell the two pairs apart, although a nameless killjoy pointed out a magic marker would have worked too!) As you can see from the link I can look forward to lime or orange shoes as well. Running shoes have this great side benefit (from the point of view of major shoe buyer) - you have built-in excuse to replace them as the cushioning is only good for 350-400 miles. How cool is that? No one can ever say "do you really NEED new running shoes?" Because as long as you keep running you can answer "YES, I do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ultimatedirection.com/product.php?id=15&amp;amp;page=search"&gt; The water bottle&lt;/a&gt; - I didn't have a choice on this purchase -- it's mandatory to carry water for TNT. I have however been through two different ones. I prefer my second one (pictured in the link) because the bottle is 6 oz. larger and it has a pocket for my keys. I accidently bought the one with a 4 oz bonus bottle for gel or gu... which is amusing because I can't stand the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to replenish electolytes with Gatorade though I have recently become a convert of &lt;a href="http://jellybelly.com/msib21/PromoSites/SportBeans/SportBeans.html?Cultures=en-US"&gt; sport beans&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://www.clifbar.com/eat/shot_blok.cfm?location=shot"&gt;Clif Bloks&lt;/a&gt;. I love jelly beans and gummy type candy so these two are far preferable to the slimey sugariness that is gel or gu. For the uninitiated the best description I have heard of gel/gu is that is something like super thick, sweet buttercream frosting. (not the vegetable shortening grocery store kind, but the kind on wedding cakes). Um, sure that sounds appealing while you're sweating away runnning, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years of working out in cotton t-shirts I was skeptical about the synthetics that claim to wick moisture. They I ran in my stylish Nike Dri-fit TNT shirt and I was hooked. The synthetics are lighter and stick to you less.  I have sampled Nike, Brooks and Adias and my personal favorite is the Adidas. As evidence of my committment to keep running come fall, I just acquired this stylish &lt;a href="http://www.activasports.com/act/products/AIL239/"&gt;long sleeve number&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no crafty goodness in my good things list - but I think it's more fun than Martha's good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-115267076842052128?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/115267076842052128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=115267076842052128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115267076842052128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115267076842052128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2006/07/good-things-not-kind-that-martha-makes.html' title='Good things (Not the kind that Martha makes)'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-115237238466020093</id><published>2006-07-08T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T11:26:24.676-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><title type='text'>We're going the distance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... and that repeat was in my head over and over as I slogged through eight, count 'em eight miles. No boys and girls this is not a typo. (although I had a moment where I was convinced it was because the half marathoners did eight miles today and full marathoners had a recovery week with six miles). Should you like to similarly torture yourself I have thoughtfully provided the means with the route below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=283940"&gt; The Route&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights: Finally saw the new World War II Memorial. It's gorgeous but I am annoyed with the National Park Service that the lovely bathrooms weren't open! Lows: It was eight miles, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you keeping score on my times the first six miles including a water break and potty stop (go Folklife Festival porta johns) clocked in at 75 minutes. Didn't restart the watch after mile six water stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-115237238466020093?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/115237238466020093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=115237238466020093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115237238466020093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115237238466020093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2006/07/were-going-distance.html' title='We&apos;re going the distance...'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-115202075282672711</id><published>2006-07-04T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T11:49:16.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I turning into a runner?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's see ... the warning signs of a new-found obsession are present: 1- I arranged my vacation around it last weekend, 2- I willingly get out of bed before 0700 on a Saturday and 3- just because it's the 4th of July, it's still a training day and thus I still willingly got out of bed before 0700.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's schedule called for a 3 mile run - tack on .2 for good measure and you have a 5K. I ran the &lt;a href="http://canrun.kintera.org/faf/home/default.asp?ievent=145093"&gt; 6th Annual Cure Autism Now 5k&lt;/a&gt; as my training run. I wasn't really interested in a PR (personal record) but I knew I could do it in 43 minutes or less, as my TNT pace run only took that long. I finished in 38.2 minutes, far exceeding my expectations and establishing a new benchmark for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-115202075282672711?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/115202075282672711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=115202075282672711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115202075282672711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115202075282672711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2006/07/am-i-turning-into-runner.html' title='Am I turning into a runner?'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-115176437927411963</id><published>2006-07-01T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T10:32:59.286-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><title type='text'>What time is it?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We finally had to move our start time to 0700. About the time I wake up on weekdays I was in the car headed for 16th Street and my carpool buddies, thinking all the while "what am I doing?!?" Today's run was 6 miles for half-marathoners and 10 for full marathoners. 10 will come soon enough for moi, 6 was plenty. Today's venue was the Capital Crescent Trail which has pluses (lots of shade) and minuses (the normally fragant Potomac is even more so following our week of rain). From mile 8 marker we ran to Thompson's Boat House, grabbed some water and headed back. Back at mile 8 the marathoners kept going to mile 10 but I was done! 77 minutes -- which means at least temporarily I broke the 13 minute mile barrier (not by much!). And all before 0900 on a Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all of my wonderful friends and family I am now $200 shy of my fundraising minimum. Yippee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-115176437927411963?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/115176437927411963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=115176437927411963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115176437927411963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115176437927411963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-time-is-it.html' title='What time is it?!?'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-115137219218225890</id><published>2006-06-26T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:36:32.200-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><title type='text'>New York New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My weekend away in New York was scheduled around the fact that Saturday's run was only 4 miles. That I figured I could run alone. But as I mentioned in my previous post, I actually got to run with TNT New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TNT NY gave me a greater appreciation for our tight-knit little group in DC. They have 400+ people registered for this season and three coaches. This may explain why they don't have pace groups set up -- it's just half-marathoners and beginner, intermediate and advanced marathoners. I never found the half-marathoners so I just set off on the appointed run - 5 miles from Riverside Park to Chelsea Piers and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=262054"&gt;The Route&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a high-five from TNT Coach Ramon at the turn-around point, some words of encouragement from marathoner Wanda, who runs in honor of her sister and a really LOUSY mile 5 I was done. (An hour and 9 minutes for those of you keeping track). A low behold just as I was missing TNT DC, bleep goes my cell phone with a text from Stro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=262054" the="" route=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-115137219218225890?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/115137219218225890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=115137219218225890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115137219218225890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115137219218225890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-york-new-york.html' title='New York New York'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-115100884188906066</id><published>2006-06-22T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T22:20:09.043-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><title type='text'>Over hill over dale...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... oh I don't remember. Something about dusty trails and caissons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last Saturday marked our first hill training day. Good skill to have, awesome training especially since some of my peers will be running the San Francisco Women's Marathon. I can honestly say I thought about that one for oh about 4 seconds. San Francisco used to exhaust me walking around on business trips - but to run 26.2 miles there?!? You have to be kidding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At any rate I digress -- hill training = good. Repeat the mantra think bathing suit ready bottoms. But less than 1/4 mile into the route? We were out in Arlington, running on the Custis Trail - up and down the hills for 1 1/4 miles. All I can say is the conversation at the back of the pack was good because I felt the hills but I didn't want to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning I had the bright idea to run early - beat the heat and all that. Something about sleep deprivation made me forget that my home route takes me down the hill, through part of the Maryland section of Rock Creek Trail and then into a Kensington neighborhood. Let me tell you Bexhill Rd. isn't flat. But I chugged up those hills, got to my two mile point and thought what in the heck I am doing?!? I finished less rather than more...it was more a brisk walk back to my starting point. But hey it was 0530 - I haven't done that on a regular basis since Hopkins crew practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to New York this weekend and lest you think I will be slacking I am happy to report 1- my first thought was where am I going to run? and 2- I have been spared running alone. TNT DC has connected me with TNT NY's marathon training program. We will be running in Riverside Park - look for a full report later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like a look at another TNT blog check out &lt;a href="http://daphneruns.blogspot.com"&gt;Daphne Runs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Definitely a good read...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-115100884188906066?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/115100884188906066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=115100884188906066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115100884188906066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115100884188906066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2006/06/over-hill-over-dale.html' title='Over hill over dale...'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-115041938689547114</id><published>2006-06-15T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T20:56:26.906-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><title type='text'>Patience is a virtue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; From a very young age I remember being told that patience was a virtue -- and when I was being particularly frustrating that I seemed to have been born without it! Flash forward two decades and well, nothing's changed. Thursdays I run with my buddy Stro in Dupont Circle. Urban running is well, an exercise in patience -- you reach your stride and you have to wait for a damn crosswalk to go in your favor. Tonight as we neared the end of our run (3 miles in 43 minutes with a 4:1 run:walk ratio) I was doing the impatient thing. First I did the New York cross (cross the street because the light is your favor that way because you like the feeling that you kept moving -- the efficiency of this is highly questionable I know) but then I did something I have done in major world capitals (ok except Singapore) -- I jaywalked! BUSTED. The fine policemen of our nation's capital have been given a mandate to crack down on jaywalkers. Stro and I couldn't decide what pissed this fine officer off more -- my jaywalking or the fact that I was not carrying a photo identification. (I do wear my TNT emergency contact tag on my shoe). I talked my way out of it and escaped the $20 fine. But on the walk back to the metro I waited for every walk sign... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-115041938689547114?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/115041938689547114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=115041938689547114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115041938689547114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115041938689547114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2006/06/patience-is-virtue.html' title='Patience is a virtue'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-115041857510942696</id><published>2006-06-15T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T20:46:00.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A reminder of why I am doing this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This came in my weekly coaches email courtesy of our mission captain. It's a poignant reminder of why I chose to do this - for kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Kati Fisher Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One girl's selfless spirit inspired hundreds  of people in her hometown and across the country.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Thanks to the Make-A-Wish Foundation, 11-year-old Kati Fisher traveled from Massachusetts to San Diego with her father Rick in 2001 to watch thousands of Team In Training (TNT) athletes run the Rock 'n' Roll Marathon. From that point on, and in an effort to find a cure for leukemia so that other people would not have to suffer from the disease, Kati set a goal to join TNT and run the Rock 'n' Roll Marathon when she was old enough. This year, Kati would have turned 16 and would have been ready to race, but tragically she lost her battle with leukemia in March 2004. &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Kati's determination to help others inspired many people in her hometown and across the country to do the same. Today, Kati's father, Rick Fisher, kept his daughter's dream alive. Along with 75 TNT members from "Kati's Dream Team," Rick completed the race in a time of 4:31:53 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wearing a special race-timing chip registered in Kati's name. By wearing the chip, Kati and her father crossed the finish line together and Kati is listed as an official finisher. &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Kati never wanted any charity, she wanted a cure for Leukemia. In that spirit, Kati's Dream Team ran with her, not for her.  &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~Taken from the Rock N Roll Marathon Website&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/28016045-115041857510942696?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/115041857510942696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=115041857510942696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115041857510942696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/115041857510942696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2006/06/reminder-of-why-i-am-doing-this.html' title='A reminder of why I am doing this...'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-114995275364467155</id><published>2006-06-10T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T11:19:13.656-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><title type='text'>Running the Mall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today's run started at the Senate Parking lot, headed out to the Mall, down Constitution to 14th Street and back to the parking lot. Good news - at the water stop at the parking lot we were over half-way home so to speak. Bad news after the water and/or Gatorade it was back out to the Mall, to run the last 2 miles. I have never been so happy to see 7th Street in my life! It was not a good day for people needing bathroom breaks - they are setting up for the Folklife Festival on the Mall but all of the portables were locked! We joked that this may have accounted for a pretty quick pace on the part of some. I finished 5 miles in about 71 minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally acquired a watch with 2 interval timers so that I can run my recommended 3:1 ratio without needing to depend on someone else's watch. I happy to report that I managed to set it myself -- with one amusing mistake -- I didn't realize it would count down hours so my first attempted setting was 3 hours! I hit start to verify it was working and instantly saw my mistake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-114995275364467155?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/114995275364467155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=114995275364467155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/114995275364467155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/114995275364467155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2006/06/running-mall.html' title='Running the Mall'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-114964360485226437</id><published>2006-06-06T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T21:26:44.870-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><title type='text'>How Can your resist this face?!? &amp; Buddy Runs Continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7638/2960/1600/100_4132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7638/2960/320/100_4132.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When I decided to run the half marathon, my dear friend Wendy offered to take a picture of her daughter with a sign that said "Run Kate, Run!" Since part of the reason I am doing this is because of children, I couldn't pass up her offer. Sahara's dad Brent will be doing a century (100 miles) bike ride with TNT Portland. So Sahara's next shoot is likely to be pedal daddy, pedal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on Saturday: It was the five miles and I did finish. I adjusted my run:walk ratio down to 3:1 and that seemed to work out well. Every Saturday I go and come home and say "that's the furthest I have ever run..." which is a cool feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather goddess has been kind to us -- tonight was the kind of night that makes running a pleasure -- 70ish degrees and a great breeze. Oh and the scenery wasn't bad either. Sahra one the TNT team captains hosted a run on the National Mall. We run up the Mall, around the reflecting pool in front of the Capitol, down the other side of the Mall, around the Washington Monument and finished on the Mall. Truly a very DC thing to do. There were no run:walkers there tonight so I ran with less formalized walk breaks. Thursday night I have a chance to run at Iwo Jima... which is tempting. Stay tuned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-114964360485226437?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/114964360485226437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=114964360485226437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/114964360485226437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/114964360485226437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-can-your-resist-this-face-buddy.html' title='How Can your resist this face?!? &amp; Buddy Runs Continued'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-114921057751980669</id><published>2006-06-01T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T21:09:37.536-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><title type='text'>Behind on Blogging &amp; Buddy Runs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Since I have a loyal fan base of at least two readers I shall attempt to make up for not posting last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach Rich, bless his heart (I say that now but this was not what I was thinking at 0800 last Saturday), has temporarily put the half and full marathoners on the same training program. So I showed up thinking I would be running 3 miles and got to run 4 miles as an extra special bonus. Since my last 5K (for you non-math wizards that is 3.2 miles) was in 1999, I started over-thinking - 4 miles - I can't do that. ACK! Ah but yes I can due the miracle known as run-walk. My group did a 4:1 running to walking ratio and I have to tell you the first 2 miles didn't seem so bad. Mother Nature flipped the switch on summertime Saturday morning so the last mile was not exactly fun. But I did it. Now if I only I could stop being so cerebral about distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I did my first mid-week buddy run. Today's high temperature was 88 degrees and the thunder and lightning has been holding off all day. Truly ideal conditions to ponder a 3 mile jog and certainly grounds to talk one's self into running indoors on the nice cushy treadmill. Ah... but as Mom always pointed out when someone is there waiting for you to show up you show up, even when you really don't want to. The lovely and gracious Stro proven to be an excellent route planner and the rains held off until we were done running. We certainly weren't speed deamons but how can you be when you have to wait to cross the street and it feels like a zillion degrees outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday's schedule says 5 miles for marathoners. If it turns out to be 4 for the half marathon group I will consider it a lucky bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-114921057751980669?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/114921057751980669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=114921057751980669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/114921057751980669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/114921057751980669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2006/06/behind-on-blogging-buddy-runs.html' title='Behind on Blogging &amp; Buddy Runs'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-114814556039423488</id><published>2006-05-20T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T20:58:19.586-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><title type='text'>First Group Run...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Today was the information clinic - exciting stuff like sports nutrition (essentially not habits I am practicing now), equipment (Dri-fit/Coolmax is king), and stretching (never enough of that). Then to the trail we went. The object was to run 3 miles for the purpose of timing us and putting us into pace groups. Two things about this were a little daunting: 1) my general tolerance is somewhere between 2 and 2.5 miles and 2) the timing! Ten years ago I could run 10 minute miles but today my goal was much more realistic - 45 minutes to complete the run (15 minute miles). I came out strong - probably a little too strong (old habits die hard). But I found my groove and more importantly someone with a realistic and steady cadence to pace myself on. 45 minutes later I was back at the start/finish line. Subtract two minutes for starting in the second group and voila 43 minutes. So first goal has been achieved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-114814556039423488?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/114814556039423488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=114814556039423488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/114814556039423488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/114814556039423488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-group-run.html' title='First Group Run...'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016045.post-114755182269424254</id><published>2006-05-13T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T21:11:28.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kickoff Breakfast Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Well I've either officially gone off the deep-end or I am just experiencing my quarter century crisis a few years late. Today I committed myself and my summer to the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society's Team in Training program.By Labor Day weekend I will have run more miles and fundraised more dollars than I have in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backing up for a second... several months ago I made a job switch and suddenly found that I had a lot of free time. I saw an ad for Team in Training and thought why not? (From my days as a rower I know that I am a glutton for punishment.) As the time got closer I reexamined why I wanted to do this and came to the INON conclusion (as in it's now or never). Plus Team in Training was a cause that resonated with me because the most common childhood disease is leukemia. So as much as I am doing this for myself, I am doing in hopes that no one I know ever experiences a child with leukemia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the summer progresses, watch my progress here. If you'd like to donate my webpage is listed below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.active.com/donate/tntnca04/tntncaKLangbe" target="preview" class="body8pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.active.com/donate/tntnca04/tntncaKLangbe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016045-114755182269424254?l=watchkaterun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/feeds/114755182269424254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016045&amp;postID=114755182269424254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/114755182269424254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016045/posts/default/114755182269424254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchkaterun.blogspot.com/2006/05/kickoff-breakfast-day.html' title='Kickoff Breakfast Day!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876670395005862123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
