<?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-33112035</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:32:10.626-08:00</updated><category term='running dogs'/><category term='Run Reports'/><category term='crossfit'/><category term='Life and Running'/><category term='vibrams'/><category term='barefoot'/><category term='trail runs'/><category term='kids'/><category term='work/life balance'/><title type='text'>Coyote Run</title><subtitle type='html'>All About Trail Running,Minimalist/Barefoot Running &amp;amp; Life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-6385464430783562941</id><published>2010-03-30T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T09:35:09.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I still feel a bit tired and sore. I did six yesterday. It did not feel bad, I was energized afterwards. But I'm feeling it today. Not bad, but I know I should dial it back. It'll be a little run today, only about 3 miles or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No big trail run for this weekend, I think. It actually works out well because we'll be having guests at Casa Coyote this weekend. My far ranging mountain runs have me a bit nervous lately because of a lot of reports like &lt;a href="http://cbs5.com/pets/san.mateo.deer.2.1597280.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. I might change my routes a bit and bring them further down into town for a while. I don't want to be paranoid, but I've just had an uneasy feeling lately on the trails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-6385464430783562941?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6385464430783562941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=6385464430783562941' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/6385464430783562941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/6385464430783562941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2010/03/yawn-ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-384660375529810398</id><published>2010-03-27T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T08:55:23.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ups and Downs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had me a long run today....I didn't go as far as scheduled since I got going late and had some Garmin difficulties, but it was a long run nonetheless that hopefully did what it's supposed to do, get me fitter. I'm fried right now. I'm supposed to take the kids to the park in a few minutes but I just want to go take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Garmin said that I did over 5000 feet of climbing. I feel it. I think I'm doing too much up and down. I'm not doing too well on the downs. My ups are actually improving markedly, but I lock up on the descents causing a lot of soreness. I'm still gun shy on bombing the descents. (For those that don't know I took a big tumble a few years back and broke my leg on the trail). For next week's long run I'll cook up a flatter route. That'll be hard since there's not too much flat around here, or at least flat that is interesting enough to me to do a long run on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now running exclusively in VFF's. No more shoes at all! On the trails shoes make me turn my ankles and on the streets even that little bit of heel offsets me enough to tighten up my lower back. I really dig having freedom from shoes, just knowing that I don't need anything to run anywhere for any distance is empowering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-384660375529810398?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/384660375529810398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=384660375529810398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/384660375529810398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/384660375529810398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2010/03/ups-and-downs-i-had-me-long-run-today.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-1418652404731228795</id><published>2010-03-22T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T16:21:20.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S6gVqAya9UI/AAAAAAAAA4M/do-ilceZ084/s1600-h/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451631160442156354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S6gVqAya9UI/AAAAAAAAA4M/do-ilceZ084/s400/069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S6gVpXd3AcI/AAAAAAAAA4E/I5VzHe2atcM/s1600-h/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451631149350060482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S6gVpXd3AcI/AAAAAAAAA4E/I5VzHe2atcM/s400/068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S6gVo8Z1-hI/AAAAAAAAA38/qFJ1DWB825A/s1600-h/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451631142085458450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S6gVo8Z1-hI/AAAAAAAAA38/qFJ1DWB825A/s400/073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S6gVoVui0wI/AAAAAAAAA30/TLmpqOxoQpk/s1600-h/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451631131703300866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S6gVoVui0wI/AAAAAAAAA30/TLmpqOxoQpk/s400/076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Green, Green Grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday is rest day, and I can happily say that I've earned it. I'm sitting here eating lunch knowing that the hard running I put in on the weekend is now reaping benefits for me as I rest and repair. Saturday I did my long run, I'll have to measure it on the maps, and then Sunday I did a mid-distance run on tired legs. Today I'm trashed. My quads are so sore it's difficult to walk down the deck stairs into the yard. Mission accomplished!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm following a training plan closely now that will lead me up to the Ohlone 50k. I'm finding that having an &lt;em&gt;exact &lt;/em&gt;plan is comforting. I feel on track and prepared. it's like a map that shows me exactly how to get &lt;em&gt;there &lt;/em&gt;from &lt;em&gt;here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday's run was gorgeous. Sunny, and mid-seventies, high sixties at the top of the mountain underneath the cool and moist redwood trees. I ran into another renegade dog walker at the top and two scowflaw road bikers of all things coming up Chinquapin trail. We exchanged "howdies" and they asked about my VFFs and I gave them the report of no rangers from here on out. In fact I've NEVER seen a ranger out on the trails at Huddart. Which is fine with me, but odd. Heck if I had that job you couldn't keep me inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On my way out of the woods and about 2 miles from my car I had a sudden revelation. It was be-a-utiful outside, right there. Warm moist air that smelled so fresh, gorgeous rolling fields of green grass dotted by orange flecks of California poppy, purple spikes of lupine and blue sprinklings of forget-me-nots. The sky a soothing, contrasting, turquoise blue. It was then that I realized, "Man, I hated winter. It was worse than I thought." Winter just ain't beautiful around here. It's like a wet, cool, gray gym sock laying over your neighborhood. No pretty bright white snow here. Just grey, and mud. Spring and summer are MUCH better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-1418652404731228795?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1418652404731228795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=1418652404731228795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/1418652404731228795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/1418652404731228795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2010/03/green-green-grass-monday-is-rest-day.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S6gVqAya9UI/AAAAAAAAA4M/do-ilceZ084/s72-c/069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-3457756654672531270</id><published>2010-03-17T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:11:33.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trail runs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and Running'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last Weekend's Long Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah, I have neglected to update the bloggo. Well, last weekend's long run was lovely. Huddart is greener than I've ever seen it. There are creeks bubbling where I've never seen them before and green ferns line the trails and decorate the canyons. Every boulder is covered in green moss. Unfortunately, I forgot my camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I ran up a trail that I usually run down. I had to keep turning around to look down the trail to recognize where I was. Even then with all of the greenery, I didn't recognize where I was all of the time. I figured I'd get to the top at some point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I took a little connector trail that heads out towards another preserve. I wasn't planning on going all of the way out there, just about 10 minutes out to add more mileage. It was a bit creepy. There was no one up there and by the looks of the trail I didn't think that anyone had been up there in days. We have all of these gorgeous places but I see so few people on the trails. In the big lot at Huddart my car is often the only one there. I see LOTS of people on Pulgas trail when I'm there. You know why? They can bring their dogs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the way back down I met up with a nice fellow walking (illegally) with his dog and his son on one of the trails. He was immediately appologetic about the dog and I immediately told him that I thought the rule was stupid. (the East Bay parks all allow dogs on leash on the trails). The way I see it dogs have a special place with humans. We've been together at the very least about 15,000 years (some think 25,000 or more). If you require folks to keep their canines leashed and to either bury poop or pick it up I don't see a problem enjoying the great outdoors with your dog. In fact, it's only natural. As it is now you can't bring your dog hardly anywhere around here, so people don't go anywhere and their dogs don't get an opportunity to get out and about and learn how to be good canine citizens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've spoken to countless people who would use these wonderful outdoors more (or even at all) if they could walk/run with their dogs but they don't feel safe without them. I think a dog is a good big cat/evil human deterent. And just a heck of a good companion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So how about even just a day or two a week where dogs are allowed on peninsula trails. Why not? Anyway, I just think that there are too many stinkin' rules. The Man's been bustin' my mojo lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The rest of the run was downhill, thankfully since I really needed to hit the outhouse. I used my cross country flats but the trail was well groomed with crushed gravel and not mudlicious at all. I could've worn my Vibrams. Fer sure this Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;+++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The weather's been fabulous here! It's been in the 70's the past few days and it'll be nice like this through the weekend at least. It definitely affects my mood for the better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's some cool ultra links that I found that have been very helpful -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ultramarathonrunning.com/training/"&gt;A whole bunch of ultra links&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scrunners.org/ultrasch.php"&gt;A really cool automatic training schedule for ultras&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've used this link to make a better training schedule for myself. Lotsa weekend mileage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-3457756654672531270?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/3457756654672531270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=3457756654672531270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/3457756654672531270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/3457756654672531270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-weekends-long-run-ah-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-5702073419369174768</id><published>2010-03-12T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T19:33:04.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New Trails, Old Places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when I discover a new place to run, right from my front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving home a few days ago I discovered that there was a dirt trail along side of a street that I never thought about running on. It would be too narrow and possibly dangerous otherwise, but I hadn't seen the trail before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe and I checked it out. It's a perfect hill training road, lines a gorgeous wild canyon (we saw deer) and great views at the top. I'm adding it to the training &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;regimen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The canyon and the hills area beautifully green right now. The winter rains have made this place a lush paradise. The next few days are expected to be beautiful, sunny and warm. I'm planning a long run this weekend of around 20 miles if I can handle it up in Huddart probably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-5702073419369174768?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5702073419369174768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=5702073419369174768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/5702073419369174768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/5702073419369174768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-trails-old-places-i-love-it-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-2322494403767650084</id><published>2010-02-28T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T16:34:16.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S4sLVlcixAI/AAAAAAAAA3I/UAIEiIIAyRY/s1600-h/unioncreek3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443457040064365570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S4sLVlcixAI/AAAAAAAAA3I/UAIEiIIAyRY/s400/unioncreek3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S4sLVfVQTpI/AAAAAAAAA3A/BzztK5lIMUc/s1600-h/unioncreek2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443457038423182994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S4sLVfVQTpI/AAAAAAAAA3A/BzztK5lIMUc/s400/unioncreek2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S4sLU8AJ66I/AAAAAAAAA24/GrKSrR2LQQo/s1600-h/unioncreek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443457028939443106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S4sLU8AJ66I/AAAAAAAAA24/GrKSrR2LQQo/s400/unioncreek.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A rain-filled Union Creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mud and Waterfalls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a mudlicious early springtime run. This time I used my cross country flats; that was the ticket. I didn't slip once, even though I was in some shoe sucking sludge out there. It took me a little time to get used to running in the mud. I wasn't sure of my footing on that sludgy ground. I watched some cross country runners from the University of Santa Clara power past me through the sludge and I felt like a total clutzy dolt. I'm a little gun shy on the slippery trails...but I did improve markedly by the end of the run. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started my run outside of the parks at Edgewood Road. Crystal Springs Trail takes a good mile and a half in as a rutted flat trail that suddenly juts upward and into the hills before diving down into Phleger and Huddart Parks. Crystal Springs Trail was kind of a mess today. Sections of it were completely churned up mud from horses' hooves. I tippy-toed around some of the really soppy sections at first. This was shoe sucking-off stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The temps hovered around a fabulous 70 degrees in full sunshine. This is that magical time of year around here when it's green, sunny and warm on occasion. We'll still have cold rainy days, but they lead to spectacular days like this one. Come May, the hills will turn brown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran into Phleger this time around. I thought about going up into Huddart, but decided to do something different. I also wanted to see how Union Creek was looking. Well it was Union River this time around complete with beautiful cascades and little tributaries that fed it from the hillsides. I ran along its banks via the Miramontes Trail and then headed up the hill a bit before turning back at the hour point. I figured two hours of good trail running would be enough for today, as I'm slowly building up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way out of Phleger I saw a beautiful, healthy doe. She had a wonderful winter-fuzzy coat and a full belly (pregnant?). She was completely unconcerned about me and continued munching on the lush green spring grass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put the hammer down, as best as I can at this time of year, on the last flat section back out to the car. I got my courage up on the last big downhill to let 'er fly through the mud. I'm glad to say that there were no geological surveys. I pushed the pace to the end and felt my technique actually improve a bit. I thought about dancing lightly over the mud and hoof prints. It seemed to work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plan is to add one to two more trail runs in per week. I'm hoping on seeing some really improvement from this. And I just feel much happier out there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-2322494403767650084?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2322494403767650084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=2322494403767650084' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2322494403767650084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2322494403767650084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2010/02/rain-filled-union-creek.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S4sLVlcixAI/AAAAAAAAA3I/UAIEiIIAyRY/s72-c/unioncreek3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-6055490240816435622</id><published>2010-02-26T17:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:36:24.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run Reports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barefoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vibrams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and Running'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe and I made it out before the storm blew in. We had a wonderful run through the 'hood in the balmy warm wind before the storm. I've discovered that Zoe is not entirely a creature of habit. She likes variety in her runs. She runs best when we explore new routes and places to go, she slows up and acts bored when we run a route too often. And I thought that she was just getting lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was just a moderately short/medium run. I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;givin&lt;/span&gt;' it a little rest before going long again on Sunday. By then the storm will have blown out an I'll hit the redwood mountain trails of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Huddart&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to have a little fun with my local runs. I really don't like running in the 'burbs or the city; I'd be happier in the woods all of the time. But I can't justify driving there every day of the week so until I'm living up there full time (hint, hint at my true desires) I have to do some running around town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running with Zoe does help. It's a lot more fun with a partner. We had some fun running in the downtown area too. Here in Coyote's town there's a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shi&lt;/span&gt; downtown shopping district. It used to be a normal place with vegetable stands, banks, butchers, markets, a pharmacy and a few useful clothing stores. Now it's obnoxious. High end clothiers, fancy restaurants (the kind that serve dinky portions that would never satisfy a hungry coyote) and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; trendy furniture stores. It's nearly totally worthless to me now, I never go there. But in the past few days we've been having a hoot running at least a few blocks on this "strip." We do some yuppie/hipster watching. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lotsa&lt;/span&gt; yuppie/hipsters drive in from all around to walk around to see and be seen on these streets. It's great to see their reaction when I come barrelling down the street in my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vibrams&lt;/span&gt;, running shorts and giant black dog. I clearly don't fit in with the crowd. Nor would I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we encountered a gentleman with two tiny chihuahuas. At sighting Zoe they went ballistic, barking and freaking out at the ends of their leashes. Zoe didn't give a rip. She just gave them a quizzical look and wanted to keep on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;keepin&lt;/span&gt;' on down the street. The Run is way more interesting to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zoester&lt;/span&gt; than a little snack dog. And there's nothing like the spectacle of nutty mini dogs to make a man look, well less manly at the end of a leash. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Chihuahua&lt;/span&gt; Man got flustered and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;red faced&lt;/span&gt;. A municipal worker who was busy working on an electrical box nearby had a good belly laugh over the whole scene. We headed on home with a smile and got back before the rain came down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-6055490240816435622?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6055490240816435622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=6055490240816435622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/6055490240816435622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/6055490240816435622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2010/02/rain-zoe-and-i-made-it-out-before-storm.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-81320835635532997</id><published>2010-02-21T13:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:37:15.706-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work/life balance'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://signpost.usablewebsites.org/img/uploads/web_-_tantrum_kid_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://signpost.usablewebsites.org/img/uploads/web_-_tantrum_kid_girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Job Hunting = Window Shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soooo....I've been window shopped!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This means when a possible employer interviews you and takes you through all of the trials of job hunting and then says..."maybe...don't know....wait a minute while I pick my nose."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I learned from my recruiter and another secret source that I was the strongest candidate that "they" had seen for the job that I've been up for. Mind you it's been a month's worth of interviewing, for a friggin' contract job. But yet they want to see more resumes, as my recruiter told me. They think I'm great...but they want to see MORE resumes. Apparently they have found some sort of wrinkle in time and now have all of it in the world to waste on driving job hunters crazy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a frustrating time in Casa de Coyote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-81320835635532997?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/81320835635532997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=81320835635532997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/81320835635532997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/81320835635532997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2010/02/job-hunting-window-shopping-soooo.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-300527114111566082</id><published>2010-02-21T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:37:55.546-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run Reports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barefoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vibrams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trail runs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sludge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;No pictures today because it was raining on the trail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doe sighting, she sighted me too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vibram Five Fingers are not so good on muddy trails&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rain was beautiful. It felt nice. Unfortunately the trails at Edgewood have some very slippery clay. I had to shorten my planned run as it was too slippery to head out on a second loop. I fell once and scratched up my shin. Next time I run on the trails in the rain I'll have to use my cross country flats instead of the VFFs. I think that the little nubbies will help a lot. Also I think it would be better to run in Huddart or one of the other redwood forest trails in the rain. The pine needles on the trail take the slip factor out of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll probably head out for a second run today in the evening with the dog. She was sorely displeased that I went out without her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-300527114111566082?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/300527114111566082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=300527114111566082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/300527114111566082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/300527114111566082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2010/02/sludge-no-pictures-today-because-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-7340742547456461738</id><published>2010-02-14T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:20:32.296-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run Reports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barefoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vibrams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trail runs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S3ifE76wmSI/AAAAAAAAA2U/74ccPUb7HTg/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438271457202313506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S3ifE76wmSI/AAAAAAAAA2U/74ccPUb7HTg/s400/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S3ifEICDxrI/AAAAAAAAA2M/4R873suSpVg/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438271443274286770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S3ifEICDxrI/AAAAAAAAA2M/4R873suSpVg/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S3ifDmy722I/AAAAAAAAA2E/N7kMG9CYINY/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438271434352483170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S3ifDmy722I/AAAAAAAAA2E/N7kMG9CYINY/s400/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S3ifDHAgb8I/AAAAAAAAA18/_W0DCSEykAU/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438271425819471810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S3ifDHAgb8I/AAAAAAAAA18/_W0DCSEykAU/s400/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S3ifCf3MdRI/AAAAAAAAA10/cfDea9Y_3DQ/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438271415311430930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S3ifCf3MdRI/AAAAAAAAA10/cfDea9Y_3DQ/s400/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday's Trails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was back to Huddart Open Space for me today. I don't think I've run here since the dry heat of last summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun Facts About this Run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 banana slugs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 yellow bellied salamander&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;no mountain lions, coyotes, bobcats or deer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;a really wierd bluish fungus covers horse poop in rainy weather&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I may hate it when it gets hot here again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The drive to Huddart was epic in itself. The fog was thicker than I've seen in a few years up on 280. At one point I had about 30 feet of visibility in a blanket of dim white. Luckily right after its worst point the fog lifted enough to give a decent view of the road for the rest of the way to Woodside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was foggy and cold at the start at the Zwierlein trailhead. I hemmed and hawed but in the end I decided to keep on my thin windbreaker as I wasn't sure what the weather might end up doing. It could rain or even snow at the top for all I could tell. It's happened before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The start was slippery, muddy and cold but breathtakingly beautiful in the redwood forest. Once I passed a "no horseback riders" gate on the trail the churned up mud on the trail stopped and my footing was smooth and easy. The vibrams were a bit slippery on the sludge, but I think that anything or barefoot - it was going to be slippery there. My hands were cold and icy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a 1/4 of the way up the hill the fog thinned and the sun peaked through the redwoods and California oak. As soon as that sun comes out around here it gets warm. I stopped and stashed my windbreaker in my Wink UD backpack/waterbladder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At about this point I was cursing those extra 10 winter pounds that I was dragging up this hill along with an almost full water pack. My lack of significant hill training these past few months was pretty obvious to me. I was glad to see only two other runners on the trails this morning, and they were going back down so thankfully they couldn't see my slow upward progress. I chalked up my starting and stopping up the mountain to being "hill intervals." Yeah, that's what I'll call it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But oh I love the wet lushness of this place right now! The weather was perfect, cool and crisp with clean, damp woodsy air. The oak trees have dropped a lot of acorns along the trail. I stopped to inspect them and found a yellow-bellied salamander. I haven't seen one of these in years. He was a nice size too, longer than my hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't push too hard to get to the top. I felt it wise to temper my enthusiasm as this would be my longest run so far this year, so today is for distance and time spent on the feet on not for speed. There were a few new trees down across the trail since the winter storms, but no washouts that I could see. Also, more of the trails have been worked on with some gravel stuff since I was last here. I'm not sure how I feel about this, but I guess this gravel stuff isn't too bad or too unlike the natural trails. It's not pointy rocks but almost like soft chunks of asphalt that kind of glue themselves together. I can't imagine how they get all of this stuff up here - If you don't know Huddart, it's very steep and definitely deep-woodsy, not really the kind of place you can bring equipment into. I'm surprised that they went through all the effort to resurface these trails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I made it to the top I GU-ed up, took a picture or two and headed out towards Chincapin Trail for the rollercoaster ride down. In a few weeks I'll take the connector trail towards Wunderlich to add some more miles back and forth and eventually run into Wunderlich for some very long runs. For now, this was ideal. I tempered my downhill on Chincapin because there are some sections that tend to get narrow and wash out. Also trees tend to fall over this trail a lot more than some of the others. But Chincapin had been gone over too quite a bit with some of the narrow sections shored up and stabilized and all of the fallen trees removed. I'll let it fly more next time I'm here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were lots of birds chirping on this run. It really felt like early spring. I saw maybe two squirrels the whole time which is amazing because the bushes are usually shaking with them. I guess they are still winter hibernating or such. The lower down on the trail I got the more confident I became so I started to push the pace. I had no problems with the vibrams or my feet. No stubbed toes or stepping on pointy things...just a nice stable pitter pattering on the trail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know some people worry so much about barefooter/minimalists stepping on rocks on the trail or turning ankles. One great thing about trail running in VFFs is that I know I won't turn my ankle. You really can't in VFFs or barefoot because there is no platform (sole or heel) to catch and roll off of. Plus, think of your landing, it's forefoot, heel touch and up again - no rolling from heel to toe where you turn your ankle as your weight transitions to midfoot. And rocks? Well, stepping on them isn't nearly as bad as you'd think, plus, just look out for them and don't step on them. Easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran the last mile the fastest and let my legs churn freely beneath me. There was an even downhill and then an uphill finish to the trailhead. It was about 11 miles in 1:40, which was actually pretty good. It feels good to be back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-7340742547456461738?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7340742547456461738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=7340742547456461738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/7340742547456461738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/7340742547456461738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2010/02/sundays-trails-it-was-back-to-huddart.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S3ifE76wmSI/AAAAAAAAA2U/74ccPUb7HTg/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-7995343310007178670</id><published>2010-02-10T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T08:51:32.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/pajamagram_2093_662161"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/pajamagram_2093_662161" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't be the only person who thinks these are creepy. It's like a giant toddler. Or a teletubby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be happy when the Valentine's Day ads are OVER. Especially this pajama gram one. My poor hubby is always at a loss on this day...I have graciously let him off the hook for this made up holiday from now and on into the future. I don't need or want anything heart-shaped and when I want chocolate...I'll hunt it down myself. Obviously, I'm not a romantic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;++++++++++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news I've been running regularly, even though I have this sinusy-headachy cold that won't quit. Getting out there seems to clear it up for a few hours, but then it's back again in the morning. Although I think it's easing up day by day. I think by this weekend I'll be able to do a long trail run in the hills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still doing the Vibrams. All is good, very good. I don't feel sore after running, I actually feel springy and refreshed. The VFFs were NOT smelling fresh this afternoon. I took them with me into the shower and shampooed them. They're drying now. I'll let you all know if this works tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;+++++++++++++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The job hunt is limping along. This Friday I have an interview, and I sincerely hope that this one leads to something that I can do for a while. This will be the second round interview for this company. Interviewing is just as stressful and time consuming but all I can find to interview for are contract/freelance jobs. There aren't any direct hire jobs available anymore. Maybe forever? How things have changed from my dad's time, or even from five years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best to look at ways to amp up one's own self sufficiency. Like this cool gal - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://coldantlerfarm.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-7995343310007178670?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7995343310007178670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=7995343310007178670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/7995343310007178670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/7995343310007178670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cant-be-only-person-who-thinks-these.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-2876761781055928495</id><published>2010-02-07T12:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T12:32:48.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S28jaNgapiI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Tp_ab1igt2o/s1600-h/Zoe,+Girls+at+Playground+and+Birthday+Run+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435602208468674082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S28jaNgapiI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Tp_ab1igt2o/s400/Zoe,+Girls+at+Playground+and+Birthday+Run+051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing barefoot running does not do is cure a cold. I have one, brought home by the 1st grader. But my immune system has become quite an amazing thing due to two kiddos and the preschool experience. Since having little ones, I really haven't had any super nasty colds that last weeks at a time. They tend to come and go quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I went on a run even though I felt achy and stuffy. First I took the dog out for a slower 1/2 loop. I brought her home and then did another loop at a much more instense pace and with hill repeats. Lots of snot and loogies, but I feel that I have accomplished something. Hopefully it was added fitness and burning this cold out of my body faster; not sending myself towards pneumonia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been running in Vibrams only now for a while. My tight left hip is no longer tight. I think that running super minimal or barefoot forces equilibrium where there are problems. I know that I favor my right leg subconsciously since my accident. Running in Vibrams forces that leg from the foot up to work just as hard as the left. There's no free ride for the right leg or foot, which is a good thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barefootin' seems to be taking off and it's ticking off some of the shoe giants. &lt;a href="http://barefootjason.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;has been following the events pretty closely and blogging about some of the freaked out antics that they are resorting to. They continue to run screaming down the negative path. Why not try to come up with some products for minimalist runners instead of attacking them? A positive reaction, especially in this case, would be much more productive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-2876761781055928495?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2876761781055928495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=2876761781055928495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2876761781055928495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2876761781055928495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-thing-barefoot-running-does-not-do.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S28jaNgapiI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Tp_ab1igt2o/s72-c/Zoe,+Girls+at+Playground+and+Birthday+Run+051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-4780087541100929130</id><published>2010-02-01T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:01:53.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S2jm7Qsp21I/AAAAAAAAA1I/dXYcbk2b60U/s1600-h/vfffeetforpost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433846856191433554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S2jm7Qsp21I/AAAAAAAAA1I/dXYcbk2b60U/s400/vfffeetforpost.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The littlest coyote had a surprise bout with a stomach virus. It came on quickly and lingered for two days and then was gone as quickly as it came. Little ones amaze me with their resiliancy. I would still be nursing my queezy stomach back into health. She immediately demanded a grilled cheese sandwich after announcing that she was "All beddur." She hasn't stopped snacking since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;+++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My running is going well. My short runs are now averaging 5 miles a piece. Since switching to just VFF or barefoot running completely the tightness in my lower back and hip are greatly reduced and almost gone. My running feels so effortless and natural. My experience with barefootin' has proved to me that we are meant to run this way. Obviously, it's the way we were born and how we evolved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently shoe companies like Brooks and sellers like Road Runner Sports have been chiming in with an anti barefoot stance. Well, shoes are how they make their money so I don't fault them for a knee-jerk panic reaction to the flood of barefoot running media that's out there right now. I'm sure that one of these corporations has spawned this sorry excuse for a website - &lt;a href="http://www.runningbarefootisbad.com/"&gt;Runningbarefootisbad.com&lt;/a&gt; . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suspect that some sorry intern at a shoe company has been pushed into writing for this site. Notice that it doesn't allow comments. But he/she constantly complains about the lack of rational discourse on the subject. So he/she is not interested in debate or learning anything. Nor does he post any experience with trying barefoot running and hating it. Silly drivel. I know what barefoot running is and how it has helped me. I also know of how it has changed running for many of my fellow runner friends. I also have graduate work in physiology under my belt and know how the human body works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Way back when in college, years ago, I was looking at a skeletal foot and it dawned on me that we were not meant to run heel to toe. Crashing down on that calcaneus bone and then rolling off to those little metatarsals made no sense to me back then. It took me a while to have the nerve to run outside sans shoes but the seeds were planted long ago in my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I certainly don't believe that the shoe companies are out to hurt anybody. They really do want to benefit runners and improve the sport (while making money along the way of course). But I think that the running shoe as we know it today evolved along the wrong path due to some incorrect assumptions on how we run and what we need. The heel rise in running shoes is unneeded and probably actually harmful. I'm certain that this is what hurts my back when I run in shoes. I also believe that people need to ween themselves from so much external foot support. Think about putting your arm or leg in a cast - it atrophies. These motion control shoes are like casts, inhibiting natural movement of the foot and further weakening it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me repeat - I don't believe that the running shoe companies are evil entities out to harm us. I do believe that some are reacting badly to the barefoot phenomenon. I'm really surprised that they are not seizing the moment to create a new lines of minimalist shoes. If they continue this behavior then I guess the so called "nutters" who like minimal/barefoot running will form their own companies. Hmmm. I have a few ideas already....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-4780087541100929130?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4780087541100929130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=4780087541100929130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/4780087541100929130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/4780087541100929130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2010/02/littlest-coyote-had-surprise-bout-with.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S2jm7Qsp21I/AAAAAAAAA1I/dXYcbk2b60U/s72-c/vfffeetforpost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-7163961032208347076</id><published>2010-01-31T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T09:41:58.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S2XANRBrnfI/AAAAAAAAA0M/GjhSGxLmDPY/s1600-h/Zoe,+Girls+at+Playground+and+Birthday+Run+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432959859633659378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S2XANRBrnfI/AAAAAAAAA0M/GjhSGxLmDPY/s400/Zoe,+Girls+at+Playground+and+Birthday+Run+040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S2XAMyw_FXI/AAAAAAAAA0E/Yx3EDHBIyLo/s1600-h/Zoe,+Girls+at+Playground+and+Birthday+Run+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432959851510568306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S2XAMyw_FXI/AAAAAAAAA0E/Yx3EDHBIyLo/s400/Zoe,+Girls+at+Playground+and+Birthday+Run+041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S2XAMKc3uWI/AAAAAAAAAz8/t9W8PVMobMQ/s1600-h/Zoe,+Girls+at+Playground+and+Birthday+Run+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432959840688781666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S2XAMKc3uWI/AAAAAAAAAz8/t9W8PVMobMQ/s400/Zoe,+Girls+at+Playground+and+Birthday+Run+036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S2W-5NmgfUI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Sko70VGpVFc/s1600-h/Zoe,+Girls+at+Playground+and+Birthday+Run+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432958415605366082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S2W-5NmgfUI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Sko70VGpVFc/s400/Zoe,+Girls+at+Playground+and+Birthday+Run+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S2W-2nkGW5I/AAAAAAAAAzI/Eyf-Rr5p2HI/s1600-h/Zoe,+Girls+at+Playground+and+Birthday+Run+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432958371034979218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S2W-2nkGW5I/AAAAAAAAAzI/Eyf-Rr5p2HI/s400/Zoe,+Girls+at+Playground+and+Birthday+Run+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Birthday Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two days ago I went on my birthday run. It didn't rain. Not that I mind the rain, I actually really like it now. But it makes running in the canyon kind of difficult. Very slippery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Even in Vibrams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The VFFs are really good for stream crossings and log climbing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zoe was happy to be back in the canyon. Here are some pictures from our run. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-7163961032208347076?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7163961032208347076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=7163961032208347076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/7163961032208347076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/7163961032208347076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2010/01/birthday-run-two-days-ago-i-went-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S2XANRBrnfI/AAAAAAAAA0M/GjhSGxLmDPY/s72-c/Zoe,+Girls+at+Playground+and+Birthday+Run+040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-5741570381842194395</id><published>2010-01-27T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T10:38:59.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Great research report on barefoot running - &lt;a href="http://www.eurekalert.org/pub_releases/2010-01/hu-bre012510.php"&gt;click here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-5741570381842194395?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5741570381842194395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=5741570381842194395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/5741570381842194395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/5741570381842194395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2010/01/great-research-report-on-barefoot.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-8745797224522083610</id><published>2010-01-21T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:19:00.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Out There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we are outside I realize that it's never as bad as I think it will be. It's always better. Enjoyable. The cold, wet storm actually envelopes us, and isn't that cold at all. The cool wet fuels our running, gives us energy, gives our feet wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe loves the rain. She prances through puddles with puppy exuberance. She plows the water with her snout and tosses her head in delight. I indulge her. She can get as wet as she wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to keep my feet dry for about 10 minutes. Then it's just a lost cause and I splash directly into one. I'm soaked to the bone but the run keeps me warm. The inner fire of metabolism. As long as I keep moving I'm warm. It's powerful to know that you are in control even in the middle of a storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will run tomorrow in the rain again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-8745797224522083610?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/8745797224522083610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=8745797224522083610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/8745797224522083610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/8745797224522083610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2010/01/out-there-as-soon-as-we-are-outside-i.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-6069458681127591775</id><published>2010-01-16T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:26:36.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Runners in the Storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it comes! &lt;strong&gt;Big rain and probably wind too.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm looking forward to it. Zoe should like it as it's cool and wet and she can splash in puddles (her fave!) I'll even attempt an early morning run so that I can make a decent Sunday morning breakfast when I come home, complete with bacon (mmmm). Bacon of course will arrive after sufficient mileage. Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today &lt;strong&gt;our run was kind of pitiful.&lt;/strong&gt; Zoe was draggin' ass. At first I worried that she was hurt or suffering from some unknown heart ailment. But then I remembered her bathroom "issue." The dog &lt;strong&gt;hates taking a crap anywhere but at home.&lt;/strong&gt; You may think, "Well hell that's good! No crap picking up on your run!" Well sort of. No crap to pick up but you get a visibly uncomfortable dog that won't run with you. And this always happens half-way out. I have to leave on my runs with her after she takes a dump. I'm hoping that an early morning run will coincided with her early morning evacuation. And everyone will be happy. Well at least we did get over 5 in today and I uploaded it to my online workout calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes folks&lt;strong&gt; I am still keeping track of my workouts.&lt;/strong&gt; What an easy resolution! It feels great to have it all organized again - I can see just what I need to do and where I'm at. This is a little victory (Hell I actually have to do the workouts, ya know, that should be the hardest part of it). But I've been so bad at  keeping track of my training in the past that I'm sure it's been holding me back. And now I have to fill in those little squares in my calendar. I do like that my calendar is tabulating my monthly mileage...I think this is better than weekly mileage. I used to get all wacky and try to get it my weekly mileage up to 40 any way I could when it was too late for a that week (oh 20 miles on Saturday to get it up to 40, yeah that sounds smart!) A monthly tabulation gives you much more wiggle room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news &lt;strong&gt;my cronically tight hip is starting to feel much better.&lt;/strong&gt; I've been concentrating on leaning on my other hip and it seems to be evening things out a bit. When I'm sitting, standing, everything...My left hip got so tight after I had broken my right leg. So of course my left leg took over as the dominant leg. Just don't break your leg folks, and all of these stupid things won't happen to you and you can keep running merrily along without any detours. My detour has been way too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other things in Chez Coyote -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both adults are dealing with unemployment. I thought that I would've gotten a new gig by now...but the wheels of employment are turning ever so slowly. It's taking forever to get through interviews and such. I'm hoping to have something cemented by the end of this week.&lt;br /&gt;CoyoteGuy is looking, but not finding much that is good for him. This was expected. Me - my work is very portable and very gig oriented. His? Well it's very organizationally oriented and involves working fulltime for a company for years with much trust and  involvement (can you say management???) So well, his search will take some time. Honestly I think that what we need is our own biz - but what to do? We'd need to come up with something that people really need and will pay for in a recession. And the money to do it? Aye there's the rub. Ideally I think that'll be the way for us to go but we'll have to replenish the household funds first. I DO have a few ideas. At least these coyotes are wily ones and we can live on the cheap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-6069458681127591775?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6069458681127591775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=6069458681127591775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/6069458681127591775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/6069458681127591775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2010/01/runners-in-storm-here-it-comes-big-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-5144660135491674081</id><published>2010-01-11T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T09:46:39.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S0thRLiJFDI/AAAAAAAAAys/Zb_3xDkRook/s1600-h/Pulgas+Ridge,organic,+mike%27s+b-day+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425537123879556146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S0thRLiJFDI/AAAAAAAAAys/Zb_3xDkRook/s400/Pulgas+Ridge,organic,+mike%27s+b-day+071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S0thQgiPs4I/AAAAAAAAAyk/Kv9udcx1j8w/s1600-h/Pulgas+Ridge,organic,+mike%27s+b-day+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425537112337265538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S0thQgiPs4I/AAAAAAAAAyk/Kv9udcx1j8w/s400/Pulgas+Ridge,organic,+mike%27s+b-day+064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S0thP2GJFRI/AAAAAAAAAyc/CkMLLZo-1lE/s1600-h/Pulgas+Ridge,organic,+mike%27s+b-day+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425537100945102098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S0thP2GJFRI/AAAAAAAAAyc/CkMLLZo-1lE/s400/Pulgas+Ridge,organic,+mike%27s+b-day+062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S0thPZPhgVI/AAAAAAAAAyU/KRb0DbDhkbk/s1600-h/Pulgas+Ridge,organic,+mike%27s+b-day+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425537093199823186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S0thPZPhgVI/AAAAAAAAAyU/KRb0DbDhkbk/s400/Pulgas+Ridge,organic,+mike%27s+b-day+061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pulgas Ridge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since this place is one of the few that allow dogs on trails (!) in this area it was jammed packed with people and pooches on this Sunday morning. All's good though because the pooch crowd is a nice bunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started off very foggy, but soon the sun came out leaving me overdressed, as usual. But I could pack away some of my clothes in my little backpack that I was toting full of water and G2 for the pooch and me. Zoe was very happy about this trail run; she did great. The last time we ran here she pooped out - but then again she was younger and it was hotter. The older, and bigger she gets the stronger and better at running she becomes. She's really turning into a great running partner after all. Her endurance is improving tremendously, and at the end of our runs now she obviously could go longer and probably wants to go longer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This turned out to be a much shorter run than I really wanted it to be, only about four miles. Next time I come here we'll double the loop or do some zigzagging. In the future we'll have to try out some of the dogfriendly trails in the east bay for some good distance stuff together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My slow easy and steady approach is working so far. And I'm keeping track of my runs religiously which I think will help tremendously with my training program. Ohlone 50k here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-5144660135491674081?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5144660135491674081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=5144660135491674081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/5144660135491674081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/5144660135491674081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2010/01/pulgas-ridge-since-this-place-is-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/S0thRLiJFDI/AAAAAAAAAys/Zb_3xDkRook/s72-c/Pulgas+Ridge,organic,+mike%27s+b-day+071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-3546495040630303319</id><published>2010-01-06T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T18:31:45.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Taking it Slow and Steady in the New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy did I crash and burn last year. I went out hard and just fizzled out&lt;/strong&gt;. The year before my goal was to finish my first Ultra. Done. Last year I wanted to mellow out on the mileage and increase the speed, do a fast 5k. Did not happen. I totally burned out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's okay, &lt;strong&gt;I'll learn from experience and just take it easy this year&lt;/strong&gt;. I want to do another ultra...so slow, long and steady will be the answer. Plus strength training in the form of crossfit workouts. I have this weird thing where my left hip gets really tight. Seems to happen more when I wear more cushioned built up trainers. I don't know what it is but if I run in Vibram FFs or my favorite Nike Jana cross-country flats it's not so bad. Also if I do squats and really, really stretch it seems to help. I'll just keep hittin' it with everything I've got. Even some yoga, which I love but have no time for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;my running partner is improving&lt;/strong&gt;. Actually, the K9 is doing great. The giant pooch who once hated running (she would literally just stop mid-stride and stand there until we turned around and went home) loves it now! Good think because she's become a mean bitch (literally) at the dog park. She picks on all the younger female dogs. So it's best for her to get most of her excercise on the road and trails with me. She loooves the canyon. We haven't been able to run the canyon ( I let her off lead there) this week because she's in heat - so I have to keep close tabs on her. We'll get her spayed before her next heat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One important factor in my slow and steady plan will be &lt;strong&gt;keeping careful track of my training.&lt;/strong&gt; I suck at this. I have a drawer full of half-used training calendars. This time I'm using Mapmyrun.com and I'm doing everything including recording my weight which is very depressing right now. I'm about 10 up from the holidays and 15 up from where I really want to be. Eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it's all process. It's all learning to enjoy&lt;/strong&gt; the here and now. Sure I want to be light and fast and ready to run my next 50k (late May?). Hopefully I will be light and fast and in-shape by then. But wishing for that and hating where I am will only make it harder to get there. Today on my way home during my run I hit a sweet spot. Not as fast or light as in the past when I was younger and fitter...but it felt good all the same. The winter sun was warm, Zoe the dog trotted merrily at my side, nuzzling my hand every once in a while to show me that she appreciated our little jaunt. And I didn't feel half bad physically. There was a little spring in my step that I haven't had for a while. It's these moments that will keep me moving on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-3546495040630303319?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/3546495040630303319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=3546495040630303319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/3546495040630303319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/3546495040630303319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2010/01/taking-it-slow-and-steady-in-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-2383844525606425256</id><published>2010-01-03T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:08:54.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RIP MetroSport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended on December 15th 2009. A 24 (?) year stint of a running store. May not seem like much to you but here it is as I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first running store was Magic Sports/Runner's Feet in Burlingame. A whole 1/2 a mile from my home and across the street from my high school track. I got my first Nike Pegasus there back in my sophomore year. Unfortunately my high school running career was not as good as it should have been, but that is a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After highschool and college I was running mostly for myself. I wasn't bad. My PB in the 5k was a pretty good 17:06. I worked in the politico/legal world, married young - divorced and was looking for an easier job to just "make it" for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an ad for sales people at MetroSport back in '95. I hadn't even heard of the place and I was a pretty avid runner. But it sounded like fun and it looked  like it would be a good rest from the rather high pressure job that I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met some of the best people and best friends at MetroSport. The owner, Peter Crone, has been a wonderful reference all of these years. I ended up marrying the manager and then GM of MetroSport, Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metro was a great home to runners and of course it had GREAT product. It was one of the best places to find Nike running gear in the Bay Area (especially clothing!). Plus they had all of the other top brands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MetroSport ended up being a victim of the recession. To see how severe this last downturn was look at how long MetroSport lasted, through all of the other economic downturns in the past twenty plus years. Yet this one did it in. It lost six locations in a few years' time. Devastating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you're thinking of buying from that big mail order/web company to "maybe" save a few bucks on your next pair of shoes or shorts, think about that local running store with the great service, advice and product selection. It may not be there next week. Then a little part of what you like about where you live will be gone. A little bit more of your community will be lost. More local jobs will dissappear. When will it stop?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-2383844525606425256?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2383844525606425256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=2383844525606425256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2383844525606425256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2383844525606425256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2010/01/rip-metrosport-it-ended-on-december.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-5863050314175931066</id><published>2009-08-19T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:46:04.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Turning the Page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it difficult to post on CoyoteGirl. This was a blog dedicated to my trail adventures and they are few and far between now. Between caring for the kids and the dog there just really isn't any time left for lonely jaunts in the woods. All adventures include canines and kidlets now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure that is pretty boring for those looking for trail posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting a new blog - &lt;a href="http://4musketeers-coyotegirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The 4 Musketeers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's of course,  about our adventures and my new hopes and dreams. Please come by and join me if you'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave this blog up for a while and then probably lock it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my running is concerned - I've been following the three day a week rule in the FIRST program, albeit less seriously than laid out. I haven't been running barefoot because I bruised my left foot a few weeks ago...but I feel I really need to go back to my VFFs since my hip is tightening up again. So I'll be hitting the streets in my VFFs again. It will be easier to do so since I no longer have any plans or aspirations to race so I can take my time building up my strength running barefoot and just having fun with it. I've been swimming a few times a week too and I'll be adding to that and swimming more in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started writing a novel and will be working diligently on that project too. Fiction is new to me since I've been a copywriter for 15 years and really just always thought of myself as a good writing technition, but not terribly creative. I don't think I was giving myself much of a chance. We'll see what gels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-5863050314175931066?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5863050314175931066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=5863050314175931066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/5863050314175931066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/5863050314175931066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/08/turning-page-im-finding-it-difficult-to.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-8566872792792843692</id><published>2009-08-18T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:46:01.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At the dog park yesterday morning I was calmly having a nice conversation with other dog people when we were rudely interupted by a blood curdling scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four year old in the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell that this wasn't an "I'm hurt scream" so I wasn't worried. No rattlesnake bites or twisted ankles. This was an I'm terrified scream. I was pretty sure this was due to a spider of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MOM! Nadya has a spider in her hair!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I ain't brave when it comes to spiders. They give me the eebie jeebies. I'm not proud of that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, it's probably just a little one, like the size of my fingernail, no problem. When I get over there....well, it's a LARGE garden spider in a radioactive looking green/yellow shade marching down my goldilocks head. Just in range of her sight. It was heading for her shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bravely handed a stick to her sister to have her wipe it off. My excuse is that they were behind a pointy bush and I couldn't get to it. Maya did the honors without fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I didn't have my camera. Nadya screamed for another ten minutes. My ears are still ringing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-8566872792792843692?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/8566872792792843692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=8566872792792843692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/8566872792792843692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/8566872792792843692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/08/at-dog-park-yesterday-morning-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-7990905498861095544</id><published>2009-08-17T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:10:10.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51%2ByghYrI%2BL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51%2ByghYrI%2BL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really feels like we're heading towards fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been dry and warm...very fall around here. And there's much talk at the dog park about all the kids going back to school. Divine Miss M will be taking her place in her first grade class two weeks from now. I wish the other one were going too -she gets so jealous of her big sis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been swimming more than running...Getting back into it takes time and hell, it's just darn enjoyable. I don't seem to have lost much technique-wise as I'm back in the lane that I left two years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can pretend that I'm having a tropical vacation while swimming. This fantasy has ballooned in my mind since I ran into a lovely couple at the dog park with their Anatolian shepherd. They were taking him for a final walk before crating him up and flying back to Costa Rica where they own and run a B &amp;amp; B. I've been googling "moving to Costa Rica" all morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently it's no problem moving to Costa Rica with your dog. And people there are very kid and dog friendly. I find that out here I'm the most hated person because I have kids AND a dog. I annoy those who hate kids (there lots of them around here) and those who hate dogs (plenty of those too). 'Tis sad. They are missing out by closing themselves off to nature (dogs) and people (kids). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always wanted to take up surfing....there's lots of surfing in Costa Rica....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-7990905498861095544?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7990905498861095544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=7990905498861095544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/7990905498861095544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/7990905498861095544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-really-feels-like-were-heading.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-4501996063479019202</id><published>2009-08-05T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T17:40:04.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SnomSi8ACHI/AAAAAAAAAw4/-_cxUsb9UYw/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366644006023334002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SnomSi8ACHI/AAAAAAAAAw4/-_cxUsb9UYw/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pup weighs 63 lbs! Big girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;++++++++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm about 2-1/2 weeks into my FIRST -style program. I haven't been rigid with figuring out the correct pace for the tempo run so I'll call it a FIRST-style program until I get it all knocked out. But so far, I feel better. I have more energy AND my track intervals are getting faster! My times have been steadily decending by about 3 seconds per 400m per week. And I feel more like my old self out there on the track. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my crosstraining I'll be adding swimming in. I miss swimming. I think it's the best complement to running since it's completely unlike it. I'll be able to better rest my running muscles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-4501996063479019202?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4501996063479019202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=4501996063479019202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/4501996063479019202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/4501996063479019202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/08/pup-weighs-63-lbs-big-girl-im-about-2.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SnomSi8ACHI/AAAAAAAAAw4/-_cxUsb9UYw/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-2198228851733533796</id><published>2009-07-31T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:12:01.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SnNQAt8LU8I/AAAAAAAAAww/4XIYcI5dMs8/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364719554390610882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SnNQAt8LU8I/AAAAAAAAAww/4XIYcI5dMs8/s320/046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life is full of ironies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got this dog with the idea that -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a. I'd be running with her a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;b. She'd probably be annoyingly hyper for a while and that I'd just have to deal with it by taking her for lots of runs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I in fact sought out a large dog that was annoying it's owners by being too hyper in hopes of finding the ideal running partner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is the mellowest puppy I have ever encountered. Oh she has her underwear-stealing, shoe snatching, puppy-nibbles moments, especially before we go to the dog park in the mornings. But other than that she lays around practically all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she hates going running with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She'll drag ass on the way out for our runs...walking behind me. She magically knows when we are turning around to go home. Then she runs beautifully! Smooth and powerful back to the barn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things seem to never turn out as expected or hoped. There's always a great irony in the outcomes of most of my plans. She may not be a great running partner, but she's a fabulous babysitter. She follows the girls around wherever they go and is extremely gentle with them and endlessly, rock-solid tolerant of all of their antics. She's very easy to have around because she is so mellow and thus has become more of a joy than she probable would have been if she had been that hyper dog I expected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As with many ironies I'll take this as a gift. Maybe the Almighty knows what I need rather than what I want. And I'm thankful for what I have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-2198228851733533796?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2198228851733533796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=2198228851733533796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2198228851733533796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2198228851733533796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-life-is-full-of-ironies.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SnNQAt8LU8I/AAAAAAAAAww/4XIYcI5dMs8/s72-c/046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-8592677666916609803</id><published>2009-07-29T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:55:35.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51B81WdFO5L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51B81WdFO5L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard about this book and training method from one of my running mates on the Tahoe-Reno Relay. After following this training method he's set some pretty impressive PRs in the marathon, has been injury free and feels really good. I've been noticing that I run faster when I run less, so I'm going to study up on this method and give it a whirl. I definitely feel more rested, stronger and more energetic when I don't run everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday's track workout was 11 400's. I did them all in the 1:40's, which wasn't half bad. I'm aiming to get 'em down to at least the 1:30's. This morning I could feel them, but it wasn't bad. As I take the day off I can feel the training effect. I'll do some core and arm work later, but keep it mellow otherwise to recover completely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Props to &lt;a href="http://trailgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Catra &lt;/a&gt;for her 131 mile JMT adventure and good luck for the Headlands 100! There's a gal who THRIVES on mileage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-8592677666916609803?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/8592677666916609803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=8592677666916609803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/8592677666916609803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/8592677666916609803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-heard-about-this-book-and-training.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-4586543866451595908</id><published>2009-07-27T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:43:29.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Sm31AGVGfWI/AAAAAAAAAwo/URZlQDDn1is/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363212113316052322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Sm31AGVGfWI/AAAAAAAAAwo/URZlQDDn1is/s320/079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Sm30_7I8n-I/AAAAAAAAAwg/iOTli76PZEU/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363212110312284130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Sm30_7I8n-I/AAAAAAAAAwg/iOTli76PZEU/s320/052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51569WA2JQL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51569WA2JQL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I'm much better now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for a hike with all of the girls at Pulgas Ridge and everyone had a fab time. Went for a run with the pooch yesterday morning which was so/so. She putzed out on the way home because it was starting to get too sunny for her. She really, really hates even a hint of heat. So runs with her will have to be after sunset/before daybreak. My vampire pooch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so very much looking forward to school getting back into session again. Maya is getting quite bored. Camp really helped but I know that the boredom is about to return again shortly. At least we'll have some swimming lessons coming up. And the dog is playing quite well with the girls now - so they are all keeping each other occupied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also eagerly awaiting the arrival of my new dog books. I've ordered a few guides about places to go with your pooch. I'm totally in to finding spots that we can eat out with her so that we can all go out together. I hate leaving her at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-4586543866451595908?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4586543866451595908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=4586543866451595908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/4586543866451595908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/4586543866451595908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay-so-im-much-better-now.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Sm31AGVGfWI/AAAAAAAAAwo/URZlQDDn1is/s72-c/079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-9037193375296150857</id><published>2009-07-24T11:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:24:28.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/lost_faerie1446/bored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 415px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 355px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/lost_faerie1446/bored.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://breckenridge-vacation-homes.com/breckenridge-vacation-homes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 591px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 454px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://breckenridge-vacation-homes.com/breckenridge-vacation-homes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a case of the blahs and wanderlust. They seem to go together - no travel = blah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care if I go running or not. I'm not particularly interested. I guess I feel overall bored by just about everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish we could go on a vacation. The hubster and I actually have NEVER been on a real vacation together. That includes no honeymoon. Too poor and too busy working at the time for that. Sure we've done the family visit trip to AZ on Thanksgiving every year for years now, but that's not really a real vacation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd just love to go camping even. Actually, I'd REALLY love to go camping. With the dawg. I want to get outside and hike with the kids and pooch and get dirty and run around. The area hikes are no longer satisfying my craving. I'm jones'in for some reall outdoorsy action!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even fantasize about getting a job - like an outside rep for a running/outdoors sports company. I'd love to travel around and visit clients and work for a biz that I really dig. No more office jobs. I can't do it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd also love to be a ranger - but yes, those jobs are few and far between. And I have a BA in an unrelated field. Harumph. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to do a new thing now. Soon. And I'd love to move somewhere else. I've been here too long and no longer fit in around here. I'm open to change Universe....bring it on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone else feelin' this way?&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/33112035-9037193375296150857?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/9037193375296150857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=9037193375296150857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/9037193375296150857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/9037193375296150857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-case-of-blahs-and-wanderlust.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-2034670851182411162</id><published>2009-07-21T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:41:36.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been so odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I'd knocked down the mileage I've lost about 10 lbs and it still feels like I'm loosing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all good. I think it may have to do with less stress, short intense workouts instead of long slow distance ones. And the weights. Maybe the short instense stuff is just better suited to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still running in my vibrams. Minimalist runs are required by my bod now - my hip absolutely HATES it when I run in shoes. It tightens up right away. So I'm stuck barefoot now. I don't believe it either at times and I've wanted to "give myself a break with some cushy trainers" only to find that I get the opposite effect from my trainers and get all messed up. I'll just go with what works from now on and stay barefoot/vff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doggie is settling in. We're still working on the puppy nibbles - but it seems to be getting better. She's in love with my husband and completely melts into a submissive puddle if he yells at her. She doesn't take me as seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is Tuesday Nite Track...check out the workout on my site listed to the right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-2034670851182411162?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2034670851182411162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=2034670851182411162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2034670851182411162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2034670851182411162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-so-odd.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-8029834425258174819</id><published>2009-07-16T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:36:29.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I'll be adding in some Crossfit workout into the mix. I'll do some 10x20 sec tabatas tonight on my run in my VFFs. I cant' wait! I'm actually totally looking forward to the workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime before or during I'll do some core work and upper body work. And I'll probably do a double run - do my workout and then take Zoe for a cool down run with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we hit the dog park and played with the usual suspects inlcuding The Other Zoe, Otter, Rocky, Momo, Simba, Hoops and two new boarder collies who's names I didn't get (but they were oh so awesome like boarder collies are).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-8029834425258174819?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/8029834425258174819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=8029834425258174819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/8029834425258174819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/8029834425258174819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-ill-be-adding-in-some-crossfit.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-1617061311690355915</id><published>2009-07-15T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:39:37.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Took a short run today in the VFFs with the hound. She has a habit of sniffing at stuff excessively as we head out and then magically knowing the approximate turn around point on any run, even if she's never done it before, and barreling back home like she smells the barn. She's pretty good though, she does heel nicely for me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The VFF run was fantastic. Felt great. I have put in crappy mileage the last few weeks, but that's okay. Life sometimes hands that to you. So I'm workin' on getting fast now. Yesterday's speed workout was very successful with 1:35 quarters. Gettin' there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-1617061311690355915?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1617061311690355915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=1617061311690355915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/1617061311690355915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/1617061311690355915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/07/took-short-run-today-in-vffs-with-hound.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-1822472825664175050</id><published>2009-07-14T14:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T14:13:27.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 105 F on my back deck. 'nuff said. We don't have air conditioning in these parts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-1822472825664175050?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1822472825664175050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=1822472825664175050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/1822472825664175050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/1822472825664175050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-105-f-on-my-back-deck.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-5615612388521649778</id><published>2009-07-10T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:26:00.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Slex0Qx8G9I/AAAAAAAAAuw/QOS7VAzJCBA/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356945793196235730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Slex0Qx8G9I/AAAAAAAAAuw/QOS7VAzJCBA/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SlexzyzSUDI/AAAAAAAAAuo/EYDD7m9Lj5I/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356945785148821554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SlexzyzSUDI/AAAAAAAAAuo/EYDD7m9Lj5I/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SlexzUZT0WI/AAAAAAAAAug/I2FAuegGoSw/s1600-h/083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356945776986804578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SlexzUZT0WI/AAAAAAAAAug/I2FAuegGoSw/s320/083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Much Doggie Stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a busy two weeks adapting to our new puppy and her to us. It's starting to feel more normal now. At the moment she's napping on the kitchen floor behind me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new life has been lived largely at the dog park and the kid park since it's summer vacation. The Pacifica 50k came and went. I was not in attendance. I haven't done any serious mileage in weeks! But I seem to have lost weight again. All this dog and kid walking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'll add Crossfit and Crossfit Endurance back into the training schedule again. It'll probably be my best bet to keep and get fit during this busy time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow morning I'll take the dog out for a nice long run. Gotta get it in somehow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-5615612388521649778?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5615612388521649778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=5615612388521649778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/5615612388521649778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/5615612388521649778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/07/much-doggie-stuff-it-has-been-busy-two.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Slex0Qx8G9I/AAAAAAAAAuw/QOS7VAzJCBA/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-9032367645155353216</id><published>2009-07-02T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T17:58:19.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pulgas Ridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and and the four-footed and two-footed girls went for a hike at this open space preserve down by San Carlos/Redwood City. Quite fabulous. We'll be back there soon. I didn't take my camera along and I should have. I will next time to document all the exploring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a great central open space area criss-crossed by dirt trails that you are allowed to let your dog run free in. The girls and I did a little exploring in there, but it was getting hot so I decided to cut it short and just survey our new hang out. Next time I'll bring the water with me and we'll get started earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a super great spot for pooches and their people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-9032367645155353216?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/9032367645155353216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=9032367645155353216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/9032367645155353216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/9032367645155353216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/07/pulgas-ridge-me-and-and-four-footed-and.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-5712080508669894149</id><published>2009-06-28T17:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:26:28.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SkpKpN3zieI/AAAAAAAAAtc/TP8Vj60_aJg/s1600-h/Zoe+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353173179042073058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SkpKpN3zieI/AAAAAAAAAtc/TP8Vj60_aJg/s320/Zoe+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SkpKo_aHvEI/AAAAAAAAAtU/0UQswljykCI/s1600-h/Zoe+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353173175159471170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SkpKo_aHvEI/AAAAAAAAAtU/0UQswljykCI/s320/Zoe+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Running Partner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's barefoot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Zoe and she's a purebred German Shepherd. Her first family couldn't take care of her anymore so we swooped in and scooped her up. She's smart cookie and a total sweetheart. Not to mention a knockout. We get comments on her beauty all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She weighs about 50 lbs and is 5 months old. Yikes! She hasn't had any training...so I'm seeing to that. I've started her off on some basic obedience stuff and heeling and all that. Next Sunday we'll be going to an official training class that is just for German Shepherds! She's so willing to please and learn, it will be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a great running partner so far, she's even heeling at a run. She hates any kind of heat tho - so we have to get out there early, which is great motivation for me. She is mouthy when she gets excited or bored - I'm working diligently with her to not use us as chew toys - that needs to stop. She sleeps very well through the night in her crate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no way on God's green earth that I'll be able to run the Pacifica 50k next weekend. Oh well. Life is just getting in the way. I have too much going on for me to be able to put in the mileage to do ultras right now. I'm going to take a break and re-evaluate my goals and what I can do happily, without stressing myself out needlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of taking my running to a different level, to do it for a purpose. I've always been interested in search and rescue and part of my thinking in getting Zoe was to go out for volunteer search and rescue with her. Our obedience trainer has ties to the local groups - so we'll see where this goes.&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/33112035-5712080508669894149?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5712080508669894149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=5712080508669894149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/5712080508669894149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/5712080508669894149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-running-partner-shes-barefoot-too.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SkpKpN3zieI/AAAAAAAAAtc/TP8Vj60_aJg/s72-c/Zoe+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-6107323954198419881</id><published>2009-06-18T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:57:26.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A New Barefoot Running Partner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning may have been my last run alone on my neighborhood trail. This afternoon I'm going to visit a possible new doggie running partner and buddy. I don't want to jinx it, so I'm not going to go into details about him...but it does look promising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been far too long since I've had a doggie running partner/buddy. If we end up getting this boy I'll sign up for the local Mutt Strutt in August. He's reported to be an excellent running parner! I promise to post pictures of him ASAP if this ends up being an adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My run this morning was up in the local canyon on the trails in my Vibrams. It went well and I feel great right now. It was about 5-6 miler. I still go through a little bit of an ajustment period on the first 10 minutes out before I really hit my stride. My left forefoot was a little sore from where I stepped on a big rock over the weekend (in shoes btw). I was a little bit worried about that. But the soreness went away 1/2 way through the run and now post-run it's all gone. Guess I just needed to work it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lovely sunny day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-6107323954198419881?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6107323954198419881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=6107323954198419881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/6107323954198419881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/6107323954198419881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-barefoot-running-partner-this.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-2461792316604966844</id><published>2009-06-11T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T18:07:14.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vibrams at the Track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now report that VFF's work just fine at the track too. I ran my intervals faster than usual in them, a full ten seconds faster for my last 400 than any other I've run this season. And my hammie is behaving fully, even acting normal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my new running style is workin' some scar tissue where my leg was operated on. It just feels "funny" there, almost itchy. No pain in the knee joint or anything, just wierd pulling under the skin, very shallow. I only feel when I'm not running. I'll keep my eye on it but I'm not too worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've starting making my hurrache sandals from a kit that I got from Barefoot Ted. I have one done, now I have to lace up the other one. I'll take 'em for a spin in a day or two. Pictures to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-2461792316604966844?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2461792316604966844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=2461792316604966844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2461792316604966844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2461792316604966844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/06/vibrams-at-track-i-can-now-report-that.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-4589781162707964740</id><published>2009-06-08T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:46:09.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barefoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vibrams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trail runs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Si1No98m6gI/AAAAAAAAAi8/C0Z3n8_iBfo/s1600-h/barefoot+running+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345013698977524226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Si1No98m6gI/AAAAAAAAAi8/C0Z3n8_iBfo/s320/barefoot+running+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Si1NomRWV9I/AAAAAAAAAi0/jCshtL8f778/s1600-h/barefoot+running+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345013692622067666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Si1NomRWV9I/AAAAAAAAAi0/jCshtL8f778/s320/barefoot+running+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Si1NoT_boyI/AAAAAAAAAis/aZtCdXcs4K0/s1600-h/barefoot+running+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345013687715078946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Si1NoT_boyI/AAAAAAAAAis/aZtCdXcs4K0/s320/barefoot+running+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Si1Nn_WEpqI/AAAAAAAAAik/QlizmHHFFec/s1600-h/barefoot+running+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345013682172896930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Si1Nn_WEpqI/AAAAAAAAAik/QlizmHHFFec/s320/barefoot+running+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Si1NncbVccI/AAAAAAAAAic/KWdtuE1VY5o/s1600-h/barefoot+running+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345013672799728066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Si1NncbVccI/AAAAAAAAAic/KWdtuE1VY5o/s320/barefoot+running+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Longest Vibram Run Yet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did about 11 hilly miles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it felt really great. One thing that continues to astonish and amaze me is that I have NO muscle soreness. If I run in shoes, and run hard and long...I'll get the usual stiffness afterwards. Especially after I get up out of the car after I've driven home from the trail. But yesterday and today...nothing! I haven't read anything about this barefoot phenomenon anywhere else...but in this experiment of one there is no muscle soreness. Infact, they feel better than just not sore...but almost massaged by the run. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only "problem" I've encountered is a little bit of fluid accumulation above my right knee. No pain whatsoever though. And the puffyness went away overnight. I'm thinking it's a protective reaction to the change in stride and hopefully not a problem at all. My right leg is definitely my weaker leg, I broke my tibia a few years ago so I think that its relative weakness may be causing this. I'll keep an eye on it and if anyone has any suggestions please leave a comment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-4589781162707964740?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4589781162707964740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=4589781162707964740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/4589781162707964740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/4589781162707964740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/06/longest-vibram-run-yet-i-did-about-11.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Si1No98m6gI/AAAAAAAAAi8/C0Z3n8_iBfo/s72-c/barefoot+running+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-1856158052993163405</id><published>2009-06-06T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T13:23:09.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Point of No Return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running in shoes has become completely uncomfortable. It seems that all of the restrictive, controlling fixtures in running shoes just throws off my stride too much, and that big heel in the back gets in the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I run in shoes now my hip tightens, my hamstring tightens and I feel little twinges in my ITB. When I run unshod I feel springy and loose afterwards. Imagine that! Feeling looser and better AFTER a run! I'm also faster barefoot. I can't explain why and I don't want to imply that you would be faster barefoot, but it's happening for me. I think it may be the more efficient form and faster leg turnover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally broke the news to my hubby that I've been running barefoot. I thought he might flip out, thinking I was nuts or something...but he's totally intrigued and supportive. That makes things easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's cold turkey. I've run 10 miles in the past two days unshod (except for my vibrams!). I'll be doing a trail run tomorrow - I'll see how that goes. As the mantra goes with the barefooters - listen to your body and follow its lead. I won't run into pain I'll just run as it feels good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-1856158052993163405?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1856158052993163405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=1856158052993163405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/1856158052993163405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/1856158052993163405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/06/point-of-no-return-running-in-shoes-has.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-3917786806437778204</id><published>2009-06-03T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:37:51.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our team, The Venetian Skunks, ROCKED the relay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won 1st place in our division by 4 hours and we were 7th overall out of 105 teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not wear my Vibrams. I ended up wearing my Nike Frees. I didn't want anything crappy that I might do like totally bonk, fall off the shoulder of the road, trip on a rock, etc to be blamed on my VFFs. I want to ease my friends into my more barefooted self, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm headed out for a run right now in my VFFs. Can't wait. I did a little run on Sunday in shoes and it sucked. I was still sore of course but it sucked nonetheless. We'll see how this one goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-3917786806437778204?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/3917786806437778204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=3917786806437778204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/3917786806437778204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/3917786806437778204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-team-venetian-skunks-rocked-relay.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-7595071214396038925</id><published>2009-05-28T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:43:52.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be heading up to do the Reno-Tahoe Oddessey Relay in a few hours. It'll be a weekend sans kids...first time ever for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking the Vibrams with me and will run at least one leg in them. Maybe all of them since it seems that everytime I wear shoes now I get aches and pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my track workout in my asics landreths. I felt horrible in them. I wanted to take off my shoes and run barefoot but I couldn't because there were a bunch of  bees on the track. I didn't think that risking a bee sting before the Oddessey would be so very cool. So I left on the shoes and felt like I was running on vibrating marshmallows. It sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday I did a 4.5 mile recovery run in Vibrams. Felt great. It sorted out the pereoneal tendon irritation and lower back soreness that I got from the Landreths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures of the race and my runs in the Vibrams for y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-7595071214396038925?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7595071214396038925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=7595071214396038925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/7595071214396038925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/7595071214396038925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/05/ill-be-heading-up-to-do-reno-tahoe.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-5378627054321038790</id><published>2009-05-22T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:33:13.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I did 6 miles in my VFF's, half on a rugged trail near my house. I ran this route 3 minutes faster than I did last time in my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel great right now! No real soreness in my calves. My legs definitely feel like they've had a workout, but in that nice kind of way. Running barefoot actually feels like it's releasing the tension I've felt lately in my lower back and hamstring. I actually feel "loose" there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I do with my shoes now???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-5378627054321038790?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5378627054321038790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=5378627054321038790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/5378627054321038790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/5378627054321038790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-i-did-6-miles-in-my-vffs-half-on.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-2594537663012714731</id><published>2009-05-21T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:04:31.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/ShXACyMaOCI/AAAAAAAAAh8/gXYBH3ONXwg/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338384087383685154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/ShXACyMaOCI/AAAAAAAAAh8/gXYBH3ONXwg/s320/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, there they are. My Vibram Five-Fingers KSOs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran 4.5 miles in them on their maiden voyage. I had my running shoes and socks stowed in the baby jogger just incase things got painful. But they never did. This was a short recovery run. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't even get the famous sore calves of the new barefoot runner. Maybe because I have been easing into this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This run gave me a new spring in my step. I could really tell that my right foot hasn't been carrying the same load as my left. (I broke my right leg a few years ago and I know that I favor it unconsiously.) BF running "wakes-up" my right foot and balances out my body. I actually felt less achy after my BF run than after my shod run this morning. I guess I'll have to switch  over to the VFFs more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-2594537663012714731?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2594537663012714731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=2594537663012714731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2594537663012714731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2594537663012714731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/05/yep-there-they-are.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/ShXACyMaOCI/AAAAAAAAAh8/gXYBH3ONXwg/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-470398536559275091</id><published>2009-05-14T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:11:33.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning was cool and sunny, perfect running weather at 6am. I went out for a little 5 miler. In the middle of my run I slipped off my running shoes and socks and did about 1 mile barefoot. It didn't feel all that odd to me because I walk around barefoot most of the day anyway. I've also been running as if I were barefoot for a while now, thinking about skimming the ground and running lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the sensation of the ground on my feet, and I did notice that I did have to adjust a bit more to reduce impact. I noticed that I use more of my leg and feel the springy cushioning in my muscles that I have to employ while running barefoot all the way up my body. But not in a bad way. I don't feel any jarring, I just feel that my entire body is controlling the landing and absorbing of impact in the proper manner. I could've run further but I felt that the bottoms of my feet were getting roughed up a bit; they aren't tough enough yet. I don't want to get big 'ole blisters on the bottoms of my feet right before the Reno-Tahoe Odessey. I didn't get sore calves either, maybe because I've been running softly already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost done with &lt;strong&gt;Born to Run&lt;/strong&gt;. I'll be sad when it's finished! It's an excellent read for all you runners out there, I highly recommend it. I love that the book starts out with the question - "Why does my foot hurt?" I think that it's symbolic of a bigger question - "Why does my life hurt?" Because in getting rid of the shoes that are hindering us we have to ask what are the other modern things that are hindering us? Too much car driving? Excess "stuff" in our lives? It's freeing to find out that we are just fine, even better, without a lot of this stuff that we thought we couldn't live without.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-470398536559275091?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/470398536559275091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=470398536559275091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/470398536559275091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/470398536559275091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-morning-was-cool-and-sunny-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-4649693827890164747</id><published>2009-05-13T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T16:33:12.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The day before yesterday I walked around barefoot at my daughter's school during lunch hour when I pick her up from Kindergarten. The other parents didn't seem to notice but one little girl was nearly apopleptic over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But where are your shoes? Why aren't you wearing shoes?" She kept asking me the same things over and over. I kept telling her it was because I didn't feel like it. And if it would help at all my flip flops were over there by the tree. I can only imagine what barefoot running is going to to do to the populace around here when they see me doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heck, this is California BTW. I'm certainly not the strangest thing out there. Is lack of footware really that subversive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I ran in my Nike Frees to the track and at the track last night. I figured that was fairly close to barefoot. (I'm easing my way into it around here) The workout was a lovely pyramid of 400, 800, 1200, 800, 400 meters. I concentrated on good barefoot style form. Surprisingly my times were about 6 seconds per lap faster than I anticipated them being. I was pretty stoked. And there was no hint of hamstring issues or piriformis problems. Maybe my postural and barefoot work is starting to pay off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-4649693827890164747?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4649693827890164747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=4649693827890164747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/4649693827890164747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/4649693827890164747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-before-yesterday-i-walked-around.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-1890465440019634774</id><published>2009-05-11T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:53:05.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was hoping for an epic trail run on Mother's Day. But the virus was still lingering in the background. Less than a mile in I knew that it wasn't going to be my day for 15+ miles flying through the woods. But sometimes epic comes in small, almost imperceptible doses. I've learned that every day on the trail is soothing to the soul and if you learn how to listen, it teaches you many lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I took it in stride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had considered running in my Teva sandals instead of my usual trail runners. My feet felt hot and sweaty and I want to start transition to barefoot running. But I chickened out because I thought that I'd go long. I have run trails in sport sandals before, a long time ago when I forgot my running shoes and I was running with my dog and a few others that I was doggy sitting. This was long before the present barefootin' movement, so I thought that I couldn't continue doing that for all the usual lame reasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to this Sunday. I was kind of bummed out that I didn't just use my Tevas now that I could tell I was going to have to cut this run down to about 7-8 miles. But I just went ahead and ran with "barefoot" technique. I concentrated on erect posture (without sucking in the stomach and tucking the tailbone - just thinking of pulling up on the crown of the head) and landing lightly on the mid/ball of the foot, not crashing on the heels. I concentrated on being relaxed. Fairly quickly I was getting in the "zone" - just gliding along through the woods softly. This was pretty good considering that the rest of me felt a little feverish and sniffly. I considered going to the top and back down, which would make a comfortable 11 miles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then there was a gurgling in the gut. The other side of viruses....gastro problems. The length of my run was now beyond my control. I'd have to turn back down when I hit the Dean Trail crossing. I couldn't risk an "accident" on Mother's Day when there were more hikers than usual out. Getting caught by a hiking family while taking care of business would not be my idea of a good day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I concentrated on keeping my nice gliding form and being relaxed while holding in my "problem". I won't lie, I had to stop and walk a few times to keep it all together. But I did make it back to the trailhead bathroom without incident. (Whew!) It ended up being somewhere between 7-8 miles in about 1 hour and 20 minutes. Not bad considering the terrain and the inner conditions! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;++++ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A word on form - I've been reading the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mccallmethod.com/index.php"&gt;McCall Body Balance Method&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; It's about how we are moving our bodies and holding our postures in unnatural manners that are causing lots of problems. I got this book because I suspected that I was out of whack. In the few days that I've been practicing the methods my piriformis problem has dissappeared. It's going to take a while for me to change the way I've been moving and holding my posture but I'm hoping that it becomes second nature (again) soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mccallmethod.com/catalog/images/book.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px" alt="" src="http://mccallmethod.com/catalog/images/book.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-1890465440019634774?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1890465440019634774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=1890465440019634774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/1890465440019634774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/1890465440019634774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-hoping-for-epic-trail-run-on.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-1638420907541132688</id><published>2009-05-06T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:24:17.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;No cool trail posts from this weekend, and no post on the latest track workout. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casa de Coyote is innundated with the Spring Sniffles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Older Pup and Mama Coyote has the cold, the Younger One and Dada do not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama coyote is taking it in stride. I'm looking at this as a good opportunity to get rid of my tight piriformis situation. I'm also waiting for a book that I ordered on Amazon...I wish it would get here already, before I'm better so that I can get some good readin' in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barefootted.com/born2run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 339px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.barefootted.com/born2run.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out about this book on &lt;a href="http://barefootted.com/"&gt;Barefoot Ted's site&lt;/a&gt;. It looks like a fascinating read on the Tarahumara and natural running...how we can run without all of those fancy shoes and how we'd probably be better off for it. It's something that I've always thought about. It just doesn't make sense that after millions of years of evolution somehow this animal that has traveled to the far corners of the globe on foot now needs squishy constrictive shoes to run. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of the problem now is that we need to ween ourselves of these shoes if we wish to run barefoot. Throughout our lives we've been wearing them and they've changed our stride and coddled our feet into mush. I've done a little bit of barefoot running. You can really tell after a few strides that your shoes have changed the way you would normally run. It makes me wonder if my piriformis and hamstring situation has anything to do with that changed stride and if I'd go barefoot would it fix it? Dunno, but either way it's probably a good idea to put at least a little bit of barefootin' into the training regimen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-1638420907541132688?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1638420907541132688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=1638420907541132688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/1638420907541132688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/1638420907541132688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-cool-trail-posts-from-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-4364466769284600781</id><published>2009-04-27T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:37:49.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SfYlRQGpowI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/zRwtzeRw2-s/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329488187350426370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SfYlRQGpowI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/zRwtzeRw2-s/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SfYlRBRysJI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Kfx6dNwRMBw/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329488183370625170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SfYlRBRysJI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Kfx6dNwRMBw/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SfYlQ3zCZJI/AAAAAAAAAhA/tvqQEZjdlxg/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329488180825711762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SfYlQ3zCZJI/AAAAAAAAAhA/tvqQEZjdlxg/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SfYlQZGi-eI/AAAAAAAAAg4/WNqlFQzHHIA/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329488172586039778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SfYlQZGi-eI/AAAAAAAAAg4/WNqlFQzHHIA/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SfYlQP2fbPI/AAAAAAAAAgw/iEnL6_V092I/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329488170102779122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SfYlQP2fbPI/AAAAAAAAAgw/iEnL6_V092I/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.handsonwell.com/im/logo_310x160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://www.handsonwell.com/im/logo_310x160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Wonders of Sports Massage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally found a new masseuse! It's Jason at &lt;a href="http://www.handsonwell.com/"&gt;Hands-On Wellness&lt;/a&gt;. If you are in the area and are in need of some de-knotting - I highly recommend them! Jason knows athletes and what you need. My lower back and hamstring are finally free of knots and tension for the first time in months. I wish I'd gone much sooner. I'm now going to go monthly for tune-ups, the expense is worth it to stay healthy and running. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Saturday massage allowed me to have a good run at Wunderlich. Aerobically I didn't feel up to snuff, but my muscles and legs felt good. There's much work to be done, but the journey is part of the fun, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-4364466769284600781?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4364466769284600781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=4364466769284600781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/4364466769284600781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/4364466769284600781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/04/wonders-of-sports-massage-i-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SfYlRQGpowI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/zRwtzeRw2-s/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-455968077436051795</id><published>2009-04-20T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:51:42.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Se-6nxYjAtI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ycXBVIhWxVU/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327682076636545746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Se-6nxYjAtI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ycXBVIhWxVU/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Se-6nql6vXI/AAAAAAAAAgI/HENT7XNovzk/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327682074813578610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Se-6nql6vXI/AAAAAAAAAgI/HENT7XNovzk/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Se-6nOIM95I/AAAAAAAAAgA/tHBp-OquPgI/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327682067172751250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Se-6nOIM95I/AAAAAAAAAgA/tHBp-OquPgI/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Se-6m3hAMuI/AAAAAAAAAf4/nfpm3AwkmCs/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327682061102756578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Se-6m3hAMuI/AAAAAAAAAf4/nfpm3AwkmCs/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday Trail Bliss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rolled up to Zweirlein trail head in Huddart Park a little later than I wanted too, but it didn't matter because I had all the time in the world to get in a good trail run. My water pack was topped off with PowerAide, and I was ready to go. The weather, well it was finally perfect - no horrendous winds or unseasonably cold weather. I should just give up and move to Arizona already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was kind of surprised that there weren't that many cars in the parking lot, being that it was Sunday and one of the nicest days we've had in months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trail quickly dips off into the redwood forest. And the trail is beautiful, soft and loamy from decomposing redwood needles. A few squirrels chattered at me as I ran by. A fairly large lizard sunned himself on a rock and did his little up and down display dance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It takes me a long while to get warmed up. So I did a little bit of walking running, which I'm not happy with myself for doing. It seems whimpy and lazy to me in hindsight. I need to bump it up hard again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I passed by a few small groups of hikers heading back to the parking lot. And only one runner, surprisingly. The Zweirlein trailhead opens up to the Crystal Springs Trail, a long trail that connects through several open space areas. I was taking CPT to the top of the ridgeline. Down in the lower regions it switchbacks through lovely, dense redwood forests and then gradually transitions to an oak forest. The oak forest is thicker in undergrowth and at times a little creepier as larger critters can easily hide out there. It didn't feel creepy in the slightest today though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wound past the Toyon camp ground area and came to a great natural rock bench. Sitting on the cool rock feels great on the hamstrings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems that the CST was resurfaced in parts since I was there last. It had pressed gravel in some sections that are pretty remote, kinda surprising. I suppose they did this for the equestrians, since the horses tear up the trail in the wet weather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After winding up through the oak and chapparal for a while the CST plunges back into redwood forest again. This is when I know that I'ms nearing the top because at about this time I'm trying to remember where the heck the top is. It's a constant climb up with almost no break. And you think that you've hit the top when you make the connection with the Skyline Ridge Trail, but nope, it's the insult to injury part. There's a 0.7 mile section to the very top from here that has several bumps that are super steep, pretty much too steep to run at any real speed but I'm sure that some of the speedy local trail racers just fly up them. At times I have to kind of march them sideways, foot over foot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you crest that last hill and reach the very top you're still shrouded in beautiful redwoods as you are for most of this run. I stopped here to snap a few pictures and have a Gu. Then I kept running on the Skyline Ridge trail until I hit the Chincaupin trail. I love this trail. It's like a rollercoaster going back down again. Chincaupin rolls down through the redwoods and sometimes clings to some very steep cliffs, getting narrow to a point just before being nervewracking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The further I descended, the warmer it felt. Quite by accident I happened upon a great way to keep cool. When filling up my backpack bladder I must have accidently sprayed some water inside my backpack. It started to slowly leak out during my run and onto my back....refreshing! At first I was afraid that my bladder had a leak in it (okay, not THAT bladder) but the leak didn't taste or look like PowerAide. I think maybe next time I'll stick some ice into my backpack and see how that works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I neared the trailhead I could smell barbecues cooking. And when I came out into the parking/camp area it was packed with people who weren't there only an hour and a half before. I guess folks were getting a late start on their Sunday fun. When I drove out of Huddart there was a steady line of cars coming in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So for Sunday, it was about 11 miles in the coastal mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday = day off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday = 3.5 miles easy, feeling a little sore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wednesday - 5 miles with the babyjogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-455968077436051795?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/455968077436051795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=455968077436051795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/455968077436051795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/455968077436051795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-trail-bliss-i-rolled-up-to.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Se-6nxYjAtI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ycXBVIhWxVU/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-2565408023816245971</id><published>2009-04-15T10:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:56:33.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run Reports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossfit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and Running'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wind Aided (Addled) Workout or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Running Against the Wind and Myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did my speed (not) workout in the hurricane force winds that we had last night. It was both better and worse than expected. I dressed like a ninja in all black for the occasion (because all of my white and colored shirts are in the wash basket getting moldy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was better than expected because it wasn't as frickin' cold as I thought it was going to be. I managed to layer enough to keep those wet cold ocean winds outta my clothes and off my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was worse because on the backside of the track the wind was so strong that it blew me into the other lanes and almost brought me to a complete stand-still several times. Running for time was not really an option. I can blame it entirely on the wind but hell, I've lost fitness these past two weeks AGAIN, (two steps forward one step back) so I can't blame it on the weather, even if I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did two mediocre 800s and was depressed about them. It was all I could do to keep times under 8 minute miles. So I switched it up to 400s, looking for some leg speed. That was a bit better. It's cheating though. But heck, at least I did something and maybe this half a$$ed speed workout helped pushed my fitness a tiny bit forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could blame the hurricane force winds for my crappy speed training times last night but that wouldn't be the full, true story. Truth is, I haven't been as dedicated as I need to be and the irony is that as my times get worse, the harder it is for me to face the track. Does anyone else do this? I'm a little worried about speed work due to the hamstring issue that I recenly had...but I need to get over it. So in interest of keeping me on the straight and narrow I'll post details of my workouts here to keep track of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting rid of the things in my life that get in the way of my improvement. That little drink in the evenings to relax...gone and not missed. Trying to get to bed early? Done (when sick little ones don't interfere). Lightening up my eating habits to loose weight...done (still waiting for results though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to add a little improvements gadgets at the side of my blog to keep track of all of this stuff and to keep me honest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-2565408023816245971?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2565408023816245971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=2565408023816245971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2565408023816245971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2565408023816245971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/04/wind-aided-addled-workout-or-running.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-854239039783361265</id><published>2009-04-14T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:23:26.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SPZWxeNNhZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/azQV-5sM8PI/s288/DSC01075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SPZWxeNNhZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/azQV-5sM8PI/s288/DSC01075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Duty Calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is day two of the 3-year-old's flu. I probably don't need to say anymore about that for you to have a full image in your mind of what is going on here. Mountains of barfy laundry. A whimpering, impish patient. And not much time for anything else. Luckily we did get a pretty good night's sleep. And the barf frequency has greatly dropped from about once every 1/2 hour to only once so far this morning. I'm tentatively crossing fingers that we are on the upswing and NOT headed for the doctor's office. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is &lt;a href="http://tuenighttrack.blogspot.com/"&gt;Track Tuesday&lt;/a&gt;. We have 800's scheduled. There are horrendous winds outside today. Ugh. We may have up to 50 mph gusts by track time. WTF? Not only do I have to suffer through 800's but in my "favorite" weather condition, cold wind. The upside is that this is supposed to go away after tomorrow and we'll have HOT weather up through the weekend at least. Finally! I've been finding too many excuses to hide out inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there is sad news in blogland - &lt;a href="http://isignedupforthis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marcy &lt;/a&gt;has announced her retirement from blogging....say it isn't so! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-854239039783361265?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/854239039783361265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=854239039783361265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/854239039783361265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/854239039783361265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/04/duty-calls-this-is-day-two-of-3-year.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SPZWxeNNhZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/azQV-5sM8PI/s72-c/DSC01075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-7188232647028516137</id><published>2009-04-12T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:08:34.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SeI7-k-0mLI/AAAAAAAAAe8/mGPyQbp8Mpc/s1600-h/DSC01911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323883655770446002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SeI7-k-0mLI/AAAAAAAAAe8/mGPyQbp8Mpc/s320/DSC01911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Sunday After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling a bit outta sorts yesterday morning. Achy and a little sniffly. I just chalked it up to allergies. So I went for a run to shake it out. Same route as the morning before. I was a little slower and I didn't have any snap in my legs. But my head cleared up a little during the run so I hoped that I had either alleviated my allergies a bit or burned an impending cold out of my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after coming back home I was feeling achier and stuffier. And it just got worse. I had a fever. So I headed off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I got my run in for the day. Funny how runners think that way. I'd earned my rest because I had gotten my run in and was that much closer to getting faster, leaner and stronger. Even if I'd sent myself back to the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was worried about loosing training time and being sick for days with another stupid cold. So I bundled up and started to pound down the fluids. I've found that for me at least drinking amazing amounts of fluid coupled with sleeping really turns things around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Easter morning I woke up with a suprisingly clear head. A very good sign since I get really crappy congested colds. My voice was a bit horse but as the morning is wearing on it's clearing up nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm even considering a morning run tomorrow if I continue to improve at this pace. It will definitely be a shorter "clean out" run, but I think that this time it really will do the trick. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-7188232647028516137?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7188232647028516137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=7188232647028516137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/7188232647028516137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/7188232647028516137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-after-i-was-feeling-bit-outta.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SeI7-k-0mLI/AAAAAAAAAe8/mGPyQbp8Mpc/s72-c/DSC01911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-7865287696310683381</id><published>2009-04-10T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:46:29.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Full Moon Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at about 4:30 this morning with a cat on my head. As much as I try to hide it, she instantly knows when I wake up and starts purring with the utmost pleasure. She then commenced kneeding my head and pillow with her paws and grooming my cheek with a rough tongue. It's all about love, so I just endured it until she decided to visit her bowl of kibbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four-thirty seemed to early to get up so I hung in there for an hour, trying to catch a few z's but none were had. That was okay, I was totally awake. I got up and fumbled through my armoire for some running shorts, a long sleeved tee, bra, socks and my shoes. The older girl shuffled into our room and took my spot in bed, cuddled up next to her dada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still dark when I stepped out onto the front porch at about 5:50 am. I was greeted by an indigo sky, calm, still air and an enormous moon that appeared to be nesting on a cushion of clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect beginning to the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love running into the morning. It's great to start in the dark and come home in the light. I love the peacefulness, lack of cars and rushing people. I run faster and further in the mornings for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About five minutes out I noticed that the birds started singing. A chorus of finches, California towhees and some unidentifiable bird that carried on a rolling conversation with itself. Other than the birds all was still. I did not encounter another runner the entire run, which I found to be quite surprising. I only passed by one cyclist with a cyclops eye of a headlamp coming towards me in the half dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned home before 7 am refreshed and already well started into my day. One of the best things about a morning run is that you start out your day with an accomplishment. It's not so much getting that run out of the way, because, hopefully you enjoy it, it's making sure that you get that run in before the other parts of life get in the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-7865287696310683381?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7865287696310683381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=7865287696310683381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/7865287696310683381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/7865287696310683381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/04/full-moon-morning-i-woke-up-at-about.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-1463546730074502219</id><published>2009-04-06T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:34:45.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Sdq6Pxfp0aI/AAAAAAAAAdY/SnOgfZBKa0s/s1600-h/DSC01888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321770689838567842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Sdq6Pxfp0aI/AAAAAAAAAdY/SnOgfZBKa0s/s320/DSC01888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beautiful Weekend, Virtually No Running Though....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, sometimes it just happens that way when you have friends and relatives out to visit. And that's okay, I'll roll with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated an Auntie's birthday with a surprise party. The MIL came out to stay with us and we all had a blast. Today, the last day of the adventure we went on a great trail hike at the Edgewood Preserve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Sdq6QaZE1hI/AAAAAAAAAdo/5aD2ol_X62c/s1600-h/DSC01884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321770700816832018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Sdq6QaZE1hI/AAAAAAAAAdo/5aD2ol_X62c/s320/DSC01884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Sdq6QaPTuUI/AAAAAAAAAdw/sxBkHjQQtw8/s1600-h/DSC01874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321770700775864642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Sdq6QaPTuUI/AAAAAAAAAdw/sxBkHjQQtw8/s320/DSC01874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately the Hubby was laid out with a bad cold, that I'm hoping to avoid. So he missed the hike. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Sdq6QP7kfdI/AAAAAAAAAdg/i-NN2IT30WY/s1600-h/DSC01881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321770698008722898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Sdq6QP7kfdI/AAAAAAAAAdg/i-NN2IT30WY/s320/DSC01881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw a big rattlesnake on the trail. I trail volunteer warned us about it before we came up to it. So I walked up to it for a closer look. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Sdq7e7aDVFI/AAAAAAAAAd4/pQCAw4HoLAs/s1600-h/DSC01883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321772049709093970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Sdq7e7aDVFI/AAAAAAAAAd4/pQCAw4HoLAs/s320/DSC01883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought I had the zoom on, but I guess not...I'll clean up the shot for a better look. She was a little perturbed about the trail clean-up guy...but ya know, it's her home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-1463546730074502219?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1463546730074502219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=1463546730074502219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/1463546730074502219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/1463546730074502219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautiful-weekend-virtually-no-running.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/Sdq6Pxfp0aI/AAAAAAAAAdY/SnOgfZBKa0s/s72-c/DSC01888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-8951093113135914235</id><published>2009-04-01T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:38:36.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41pqX4ZSmML._AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41pqX4ZSmML._AA280_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hurts so Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a track Tuesday and again, nothing blew up, tore or siezed. Yesterday's workout was 4 x 600m &amp;amp; 300M. I even went hog wild on the last 300 and did it in 1:14, which isn't bad for little old ultrarunning, pulled hamstring me. I've figured that that works out to a 6:53 mile. Which means there's hope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got home I pulled out the foam roller again. I'm using it several times a day, whenever I feel my glutes, lower back, ITB, and/or hamstring tighten up. There were some brutal spots I found on my glutes that made me swear like a sailor and almost cry. This morning I work up feeling the least creaky and stiff than I've felt in months! I highly recommend this form of torture. You won't be smiling like the chic in this picture though while you're doing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote a check for my part of the Reno-Tahoe Relay and now I'll sign up for a room with some of the gals on the team. Our team is called The Venetian Skunks. I'll let you wonder about that for while before I 'xplain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's official - I get to escape from the rugrats for a weekend. That weekend will involve running at all hours of the night and being carted around by a van. I'll do anything to get away for awhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today's Obligatory Workout Report - Easy run of about 3 miles or so. Crossfit type weight workout. And stretching and foam roller stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-8951093113135914235?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/8951093113135914235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=8951093113135914235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/8951093113135914235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/8951093113135914235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/04/hurts-so-good-it-was-track-tuesday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-9113740169979619841</id><published>2009-03-30T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:03:53.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SdJMmwJ6V9I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/CDOIoiGpBDQ/s1600-h/DSC00613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319398338523191250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SdJMmwJ6V9I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/CDOIoiGpBDQ/s320/DSC00613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the Trails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after a looong time away I finally made it back on the trails. And so did everyone else apparently. When I got to Wunderlich I immediately started kicking myself for being so lazy and getting up late on a Sunday. The lot was packed. The Trail Gods did smile on me though and a kindly Prius left soon after I arrived. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the trail was crawling with humans it was pretty unlikely that I'd see any rare wildlife. The critter sightings were largely restricted to sparrows and a few Stellar's jays. But it was kind of nice to see other people out enjoying nature. Especially since trails tend to be asshole filters - you meet mostly nice people out there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Subspecies of humans sighted -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oldmanus Backpackus -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually seen toting a backpack and/or walking poles. Wears floppy fishing hat or old trucker cap. Always similing. Clearly enjoying retirement by getting out on the trails frequently. Often hikes over 10 miles a day. Nine times out of ten asks me if I'm coming back from or heading up to Skyline (top of the park). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lovebirds -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couples clearly on their first date. Totally interested in each other. Often wearing inappropriate footwear, like pointy heals. Clearly didn't plan on coming up here. They don't notice me or the mud on their shoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other Couples -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywhere from youthful to middle aged. Guy walking in front. He says a happy hello to me. Woman glares at me like she thinks I'm out for her man. Really lady, I have my own at home and he's way hotter than yours. I'm really, just running. I saw at least three groups of these on Sunday, and it's always the same thing - first the hello and then the glare. Facinating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Packs of Twenty-Somethings -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Often wearing unneccessary high-tech alpine gear. Large heavy hiking boots, poles and daypacks. The group is usually exchanging nervous glances with each other since they've realized too late that they are way over prepared and schlepping pounds more gear than they need. The guys give me the same look that men gave me when they walked their wives miniature poodles and I was running with my doberman. Utter embarrassment. But they are still happy and having fun and that's what counts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two Ladies Together -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All ages. Chatting happily. Don't even notice that I was there at all. Which makes me worried about them. What if I were a cougar? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Headphonus Oblivious -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lone hiker with headphones. Freaks out when you come up on them. Either seems miffed or is embarrased. Why do you wear those out here? Don't you want to hear nature...or the approaching puma? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it was a successful run. Only about 7 miles but good nonetheless. It's a pretty rugged up and down so I didn't want to overdo it the first time out and so soon after the hamstring/IT band fiasco. Nothing was injured and I felt good. Next time all the way to the top and back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-9113740169979619841?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/9113740169979619841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=9113740169979619841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/9113740169979619841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/9113740169979619841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-trails-so-after-looong-time-away-i.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SdJMmwJ6V9I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/CDOIoiGpBDQ/s72-c/DSC00613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-452412099780839819</id><published>2009-03-25T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:49:21.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and Running'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Feelin&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Frickin&lt;/span&gt;' Productive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the track last night. It was cold as a witches t*t. That's one of my 78 year old dad's favorite sayings, and one of the only ones I could use without extensive editing. It was about 55 degrees, which I KNOW isn't THAT cold. (I did live in Minneapolis for 3.5 years). But around here it's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' wind, people. It's wet from the ocean/bay, icy and it cuts right through your clothes. I swear I'm colder here than I ever was in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Midwest&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wasn't THAT slow considering my time off of intervals. I managed to eek below the 8 min mile barrier. Intervals were 1200's and 600's. Some ugly distances, I think. But I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;persevered&lt;/span&gt; and finished all of them, even running my last 600 the fastest. Not due to any awesome fitness but because I held back on all the others somewhat. I had my left hamstring and IT band taped from my ART session earlier in the day, so I looked the part of the walking wounded. I felt that hey, this chick's bandaged so you can't make fun of her slowness, at least she's out here. My pride &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; outta whack on the track, I keep living in my faster days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided. I'm going to sign up for the &lt;a href="http://www.pctrailruns.com/Pacifica_Smmr.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pacifica&lt;/span&gt; 50k&lt;/a&gt;. It's far enough out for me to get back in ultra shape for it and it's far enough away from the relay so that I don't mess that up for everyone. This weekend - I'll hit the trails for some nice distance running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not only have I decided on a race today, but I turned in an article already this morning. I can now go out for a run with a clear conscience, since I'm ahead of the game on my assignments. And it's sunny and not windy for a change.  It's of course a baby jogger morning with the youngest one. Right now she's looking for rolly polly bugs in the yard...her new obsession.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-452412099780839819?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/452412099780839819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=452412099780839819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/452412099780839819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/452412099780839819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/03/feelin-frickin-productive-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-6733281506517070090</id><published>2009-03-24T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:15:08.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spring = New Beginnings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The IT band was bruised all week, it still is. But although it looks craptacular it feels much better. I've added my crossfit strength training back into my routine again and it's made all the difference in the world. After only one weightlifting session I was already starting to feel more balanced in my hips. So my advice to all of you - never stop strength training! I'm now the poster child for squats. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so suddenly I have a bunch of freelance work and new avenues for future work. Whatup! I wasn't even looking, it found me. And it feels so right. Now I needs to find me a laptop (which I will write off on my taxes). And amazingly I get to write about one of my true loves...trail running! Following your bliss is the key to happiness and happiness in your employment. Looking back now I see how miserable I was in the corporate world. I was totally unsuited to be trapped in the 9 to 5. I'd rather work harder but be free. By taking the time off to be with me and the kiddos I hit the reset button. Then things started to fall into place. As soon as I stopped fighting things and going with the flow it all fell into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today? We have intervals in the evening. I had an ART session in the morning, so I'll run what I feel. My Reno-Tahoe Team is all registered on Active.com. Now I'll have to figure out my next trail ultra for later in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the picture in my header is from just beyond Berry Creek Falls during the Skyline to the Sea 50K. Pretty, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-6733281506517070090?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6733281506517070090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=6733281506517070090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/6733281506517070090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/6733281506517070090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-new-beginnings-it-band-was.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-3701017799412745410</id><published>2009-03-18T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:22:08.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You Paid Someone for That!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what Irish Frank said to me yesterday at the track when he took a gander at my bruised leg and saw the aftermath of the Graston treatment on my IT band. It looks like someone laid a two-by-four across my thigh. But I know in a day or two the results will be evident in a much looser IT. And yes, yes, yes, I'm continuing the yoga and adding the foam roller into the routine, religiously. It'll be the only way to keep my running "career" on track. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My chitlins had their performance dance class yesterday. I'm so proud that they weren't the worst behaved kids in the class. I was really thinking that we were going to be &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; family but surprisingly the honors went to two other little girls. One blond chubby girl who pouted and stomped off when she found out she didn't have a wand to twirl with. The other was a spunky little Asian girl who upon starting the dance routine eyeballed her brother, stomped off the stage to beat up on him in the audience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so glad it wasn't my kids, for a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/ScEtQldz7XI/AAAAAAAAAdI/RMWXLpcZJoI/s1600-h/DSC01753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314578798232202610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/ScEtQldz7XI/AAAAAAAAAdI/RMWXLpcZJoI/s320/DSC01753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's supposed to be a nice sunny day today. Here's an early spring picture from Maya's school yard where the bees are buzzing and the flowers are blooming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-3701017799412745410?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/3701017799412745410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=3701017799412745410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/3701017799412745410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/3701017799412745410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-paid-someone-for-that-thats-what.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/ScEtQldz7XI/AAAAAAAAAdI/RMWXLpcZJoI/s72-c/DSC01753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-2262686018882338582</id><published>2009-03-16T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:01:48.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Runnin' on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained all weekend so I decided to postpone the trails. I don't need to slip and sprain my ankle before I even get restarted here. So it was misty, rainy, neighborhood runs (with one small trail section) for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I ran into one of my track people (figuratively, not literally). It was obviously meant to be. I'd just been thinking about what I should do in the next few months runningwise. He needed one more woman on his Reno to Tahoe Relay Team. Well, you know what happened next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long while back I did the Hood to Coast Relay. It was one of the mose fun things I've done. I can't wait to do another relay and especially one that is in Tahoe. It's going to be gorgeous and fun. I miss the cameraderie of other runners, this will be a way to experience all that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in preparation I'm making sure that the left leg/hip thing gets fixed totally. I saw my chiro/phys therapist this morning for a Chiro/ART treatment. Just as I suspected there's some ITB problems and a general imbalance over there. But it's being taken care of. I'll dutifully do my excercises and get some treatments. so there are no problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight is track night. I'll be gentle on myself, again. In a week or two I'll ramp it all back up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting on one of my possible freelance gigs. But I'm not waiting around because of it...I'm going to look into more new work possibilities, and maybe opening a business in the future. I feel ready to move forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-2262686018882338582?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2262686018882338582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=2262686018882338582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2262686018882338582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2262686018882338582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/03/runnin-on.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-1950639111832320751</id><published>2009-03-13T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:41:30.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back to the Trails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm itchin' for some more ultra action...I'm also itchin' for the trails again. There will probably be a new trail post (with pics!) this weekend sometime. Am I emerging from my long winter's nap? Methinks so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other good news after months of SAHM action and no gainful employment I was approached by two different companies out of the blue on the same day this week. It looks like I'll be writing for one for sure and hopefully (puhlleezzzee pray/think good thoughts for me!) the other too. It will totally help out the financial situation at Casa de Coyote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-1950639111832320751?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1950639111832320751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=1950639111832320751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/1950639111832320751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/1950639111832320751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-trails-since-im-itchin-for-some.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-7418642696221221409</id><published>2009-03-13T10:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:41:59.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Refreshing Evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out for a pleasant evening run last night. I even worked on my technique, reverting back to some POSE method stuff that I had thrown out the window a while back. I'm rethinking my decision on that since maybe my hamstring problem stems from over striding. I have a habit of running with huge loping strides. It really does feel more natural to me....but maybe it's not so good for me afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I concentrated on all of the usual pose stuff - forefoot landing (got that down) fast turnover, (harder for me), free falling (feels so neat when you get it) and lifting your foot right underneath you. I think I ended up running faster than usual, but I can't be sure because I did a new loop and I didn't time my run. It doesn't matter anyway. I can check it out on the track next Tuesday or on another run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm still doing yoga and stretching religiously. I won't stop doing that now, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was chilly again out there last night. I ran in long sleeves and capris, kind of feeling like a wimp since fer godsakes this is California. But it wasn't my imagination, that wind was cutting and it continued to blow right through my old Hind running top (maybe the age of that weather beaten thing had something to do with it! Hind doesn't even exist anymore.) I started out in the light and arrived back home in the dark. A nice way to end the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-7418642696221221409?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7418642696221221409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=7418642696221221409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/7418642696221221409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/7418642696221221409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/03/refreshing-evening-i-got-out-for.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-4443999026049783312</id><published>2009-03-12T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:54:50.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ultras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to feel like doing an ultra again. Hmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-4443999026049783312?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4443999026049783312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=4443999026049783312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/4443999026049783312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/4443999026049783312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/03/ultras-im-starting-to-feel-like-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-5785618081722273661</id><published>2009-03-12T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:53:57.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuesday Track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no scheduled track workout due to a lacrosse game on the grassy area, so a bunch of us went for a run around the 'hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's Cali here, but dang is the wind cold and damp. Hate that. Makes me want to move to the tropics. I was afraid that I'd never warm up, but I managed to get the body temp up to comfortable as long as I kept moving. Chatting with the others was great - I don't get to talk with other people much when I'm running anymore since I run alone except for Tuesdays. Sadly, one of our bunch just got laid off and I fear that she'll be unemployed for a while in this climate. Luckily her husband is still working and I think that they have enough money saved up to last them for a while. She just got her road bikes tuned up so I don't even have to wonder at what she'll be up to in the next few weeks. I just hope that she (and others in her predicament) take the opportunity to actually enjoy the time off. That's been my downfall in the past when I was unemployed. The new job does eventually show up, and then if you have been fretting over not working that whole time that you were off you're not even rested up for your new adventure. Such is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't been able to get up early for my runs. The Hubby messed with the alarm last night and we woke up late this morning. So now I have to run this evening. Tomorrow that damn alarm is going to go off ON TIME and I WILL be out that door 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having a nagging irritation of tightness in my left lower back, hip and side and back of my left leg. Anyone else have this problem? Yoga seems to help for a while but in a few hours it comes back. I think it may be due to my SI joint, but I can't keep going back to the chiropractor over and over again (too expensive). Does anyone have any miracle cures? Ideas to the cause? Let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-5785618081722273661?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5785618081722273661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=5785618081722273661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/5785618081722273661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/5785618081722273661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/03/tuesday-track-there-was-no-scheduled.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-6675788506560464963</id><published>2009-03-09T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:46:43.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday Musings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday's run was good. A little under an hour long and on a nice loop that I improvised as I went. I planned on running all the way up through the canyon but opted instead for just the lower part through the Mercy grounds. I was pretty sure that up by the creek crossing it would be very muddy and slippery. It requires a bit of climbing to get down to the creek and up the other side. Later this week it should be more passable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can definitely feel the time off in my lungs on the hills. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wowie&lt;/span&gt;! I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;huffin&lt;/span&gt;' and puffin' like a chain smoker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last few blocks home I let my stride open up. I held back in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; to guard my hamstring. But I felt like my stride was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unnaturally&lt;/span&gt; clipped. And it was. It felt so much better to speed it up a bit. Even better that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hammie&lt;/span&gt; wasn't annoyed by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spouse and I spent the weekend mostly continuing the cleaning out of excess stuff. I brought a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;trunk load&lt;/span&gt; to the Goodwill and felt ten pounds lighter for being free of it. This cleaning out seems to be the running theme for a lot of folks these days. The Zeitgeist for the season. It was good, but I'd like to go back to having weekends set aside as time to enjoy with each other and the kids. The kids didn't seem to mind as they rode their bikes and played in the yard on both days. It was a productive weekend, not full of fun and games, but we accomplished some things that we needed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Netflix&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Into the Wild&lt;/em&gt;. Very good movie. The main character reminded me of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Treadwell&lt;/span&gt;, the grisly guy who ended up being eaten by a rogue bear. Both of these young men thought that they were leaving civilization to live a more natural life. The irony is that living by yourself in the wilderness is not a natural life for a human. We are social animals. It seems that before his tragic death Christopher from&lt;em&gt; Into the Wild &lt;/em&gt;came to the realization that human interaction was needed for a meaningful, happy life. It's unfortunate that he didn't make it back alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next movie? Juno. Yeah, I didn't see a lot of movies in the past few years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-6675788506560464963?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6675788506560464963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=6675788506560464963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/6675788506560464963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/6675788506560464963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-musings-sundays-run-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-2434835095881998766</id><published>2009-03-07T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:37:25.518-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and Running'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mourning Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got out at 9:30. Not exactly the crack of dawn run I was fantasizing about, but it's a start. 43 minutes on a usual loop of mine. Not the fastest run but not the slowest either. My left hip felt a little tight, but not dangerously so and the hamstring survived. No nasty twinges there. The tightness does still concern me. I'll continue working diligently on it with yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About halfway through I got a little choked up thinking about recent revelations and events. The random selection of music on my iPod didn't help any either with songs that just reminded me more of my sadness. I stopped to walk and sob for a minute. Then I decided to choose happiness. There is no way to happiness, happiness is the way. Things are as they are and I should just pick up my life as it is and move forward. Who knows what I will find tomorrow? I switched to an upbeat running playlist and carried on. The day is sunny and bright. I can run again. My kids are happy and healthy. Life is for the living, so get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the way was beautiful and good. Some muddy parts by the golf course but I managed to avoid a big messy fall. At home I did an outdoor yoga session on the nice green grass. The girls had their bubble machine going. It was something like yoga with a dash of Lawrence Welk. My utadasana is getting more bendy and my bridge is getting bridgier. It's so nice to see progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life lesson for this season? Letting go and moving on. From many things. Arbitrary expectations, labels for myself, negative emotions, fear and procrastination. I found that cleaning out my closet was almost a religious experience. So much of what I was holding on to had old memories and emotions attached to it. I got rid of anything I hadn't used or worn in a year and especially if it held memories of a past job, a certain time period in my life or a relationship. Getting rid of the emotionally charged items was freeing - even if it was a good emotion. I was hanging on to some maternity wear that had some wonderful memories, but I'm not ever going to wear it again. Getting rid of this stuff clears out the way for the future and mentally enabled me to let go of all of my past, good and bad. I'm not forgetting it, I'm just cleaning out emotional space for what lies ahead. Letting go is freeing, it lightens your load and releases old grudges. It is a cornerstone of Buddhist thought and akin to the Christian idea of forgiveness. I think these two exercises come to accomplish similar spiritual release and revelation. I'm far from being totally free, but I've made a start. Spring is a great time for new beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow? A longer morning run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-2434835095881998766?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2434835095881998766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=2434835095881998766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2434835095881998766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2434835095881998766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/03/mourning-run-so-i-got-out-at-930.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-6850283345517849833</id><published>2009-03-06T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:08:15.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No More Lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping in way too much, and enjoying it way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really fell off the running wagon. I used to get up at 5am to get my runs in. Now I can barely peel myself outta the sack at 7am. I have to put myself back into running &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bootcamp&lt;/span&gt;. It will make me feel much better about myself and about life in general. I'm feeling rather blue. Hopefully my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hammie&lt;/span&gt; will put up with the running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you with kids you'll know what I'm talking about with the stress of two little tykes. I have NO time for myself, and I'm wearing really thin. Work was way easier than being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SAHM&lt;/span&gt;. I think that the endorphin rush from morning runs will help me cope a bit more. And all this worry about the economy is starting to gnaw at my mind too. I need to release the pressure valve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-6850283345517849833?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6850283345517849833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=6850283345517849833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/6850283345517849833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/6850283345517849833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-more-lazy-ive-been-sleeping-in-way.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-3398947346724262306</id><published>2009-03-06T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:53:48.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Meaning of Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't have a clue what it is, I'm just really wondering about it. I've been smacked in the face by mortality. I just found out that an old friend died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was someone who I had a special connection with. It wouldn't matter how long we'd go with out seeing each other - we'd still be friends with that strange connection you only get with a few people in your life. Even if we didn't see each other very often it was just nice knowing that we were still sharing the same beautiful earth. Now that I know he's gone, even though I haven't seen him in a long time, it just feels like there's a hole in existence. And there's that nagging feeling of loss and a sense of no closure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if there's meaning...what was the meaning of our friendship? And will I see you again? Vaya con Dios my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-3398947346724262306?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/3398947346724262306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=3398947346724262306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/3398947346724262306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/3398947346724262306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/03/meaning-of-life-no-i-dont-have-clue.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-2595706204650877709</id><published>2009-03-03T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:17:50.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Running Lite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm down to two runs a week. That's really weak. It's all I can do to fit them in. And I won't be going to the track because the local high school girls have a lacrosse game there tonight. My lazy ass is happy about it actually, because I didn't want to crowbar myself out of the house for a run. It's been raining buckets and I don't want to go out there. Although I know that once I'm out there I'll love it and have fun and all that. It's just getting out there at night in the dark, those first few steps that are the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are cranky, restless, whiny and tired of being couped up. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on the yoga. I almost have my heals down in downward dog...that's a major accomplishment. And in standing forward bend I'm much more forward with my fingers on the ground. There is progress. I don't feel as tight, although I still am tight. But every class I take myself through makes me feel so much better for a few hours. I still need to work on inversions...they are a little scary but they offer so many benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to keep to a yogic diet. Trying is the word. I can manage about three days of vegetarianism and then I fall off the wagon. Anyone else a vegetarian out there? Any advice? Or should I just give up already?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-2595706204650877709?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2595706204650877709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=2595706204650877709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2595706204650877709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2595706204650877709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/03/running-lite-wow-im-down-to-two-runs.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-1285735001934122531</id><published>2009-02-26T15:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:53:05.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back to the Track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did end up going to the track on Tuesday. I ran with no expectations...just jogged around the track and said hi to all of the good peeps there. My hammie didn't blow up and my mood lifted. Running actually felt relaxing and soothing to me. I need to &lt;em&gt;slowly&lt;/em&gt; come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run to and from the track. It's almost exactly a mile each way and is a great warmup/cooldown. Running home was wonderfully soothing in the dark. I love to see the glow of lights in houses and think of all the happy people cozy in their houses after work. Everyone attending to their lives. I ran past where one of our small streams plunges under the street and heads out the bay; it was rushing and tumbling like a small river after all of our rains. It was safely after  commute time by the time I ran home from the track so I took to the middle of the streets and ran in virtual silence home. I startled one house cat with my headlights (a little clip contraption on my hat). I guess she thought I was a three-eyed monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't run since. But I'm not beating myself up about it. We had another storm, and I was busy with the kids and their school functions. Maybe tomorrow I'll run again, or maybe Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a great yoga dvd this morning. It's an intermediate level Rodney Yee class. I've had the dvd for a while but felt a bit intimidated by the description of it. It has inversions..and I'm fairly nervous about going upside down. I didn't get to a total handstand, partly since I couldn't find a proper bare wall to hoist myself up to, but even just doing the preliminary excercises really had a positive effect on me. I also practiced inversions on a "chair" that I have that is specifically for yoga inversions. It sets you right up on your shoulders with your head hanging freely below. Inversions do seem to help the psyche...and the back! I felt wonderful after my morning session. I didn't get to finish the dvd, I ran out of time. So tomorrow I'll do it again to completion and report when I actually do that full handstand by myself. (I might ask The Mister to spot me on one tonight.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-1285735001934122531?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1285735001934122531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=1285735001934122531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/1285735001934122531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/1285735001934122531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-to-track-so-i-did-end-up-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-4755667977724987463</id><published>2009-02-24T09:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:53:49.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Motivation = Zero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no desire to run. It's all come to a screeching halt. I find it stressful to think of going out for a run when I have so much to do at home. The housework is neverending and shuttling the kids to fro to different activities is tiring and stressful too. I've been getting many aches and pains all over in the last few weeks that just makes the thought of running, well, ugh. Yoga makes me feel better, and calm, so that's what I'm going with right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will force myself out for a jog at the track. No expectations and no speed work since I'm totally off the training wagon. I actually don't want to go at all...but I think I'll feel better if I get out to do it. I'm tossing my 5k goals out of the door...I think that any goals or expectations about my running at the this time are just counterproductive and too stressful for me. Running becomes a job and not an escape. I can't pile another stressor on at this time. So running with no goals and just for fun is for me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-4755667977724987463?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4755667977724987463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=4755667977724987463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/4755667977724987463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/4755667977724987463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/02/motivation-zero-i-have-no-desire-to-run.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-5000677956048924846</id><published>2009-02-15T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:12:01.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chuggin' Along in the Rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got out for a run today. Nothing fell apart and my leg didn't sieze up. I'm going at this very cautiously. I'll continue the Yoga religiously from now on. I don't think that I can expect to continue to run without it. I'm just so tight and bound up. More than looking forward to running again I'm looking forward to gaining flexibility from Yoga and maybe feeling more like my younger self. From now on caution and balance in all things are the name of the game. So maybe my sub 20 min 5k won't happen this year...or maybe it will. Either way I'm not going to fixate on it or make it a priority in my life. Health and balance will be the priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we're enjoying a big rainstorm that is much needed. Running in it was refreshing and fun actually. It's been steady all day long and is expected to continue all night and into the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-5000677956048924846?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5000677956048924846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=5000677956048924846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/5000677956048924846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/5000677956048924846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/02/chuggin-along-in-rain-i-finally-got-out.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-2718714781490256291</id><published>2009-02-12T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:57:06.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Still Here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a cold...so running wouldn't have happened anyway. Still doing Yoga. The hip/leg are better but it is still tight. It will probably take months to loosen it up so it's a long term project fo' shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's back to workin' on the house a bit too. I'll report on the hammie when I get out for a run. Probably this weekend peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-2718714781490256291?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2718714781490256291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=2718714781490256291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2718714781490256291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2718714781490256291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-still-here-had-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-8644848910306944335</id><published>2009-02-05T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:48:40.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cabin Fever Hamstring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't run in over a week. The last time I ran my hamstring tightened up and then gave me a nasty sharp poke. I decided to take the warning seriously and just stop. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already feel fat. I know that I'm not, but I mentally just feel the flab gathering....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've started doing yoga. Religiously. I got out one of my Rodney &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt; DVDs and gone to town with it. I have a number of yoga DVDs from different teachers so they'll keep me busy for a while. And I'll try to get to an actual class at some point, it's just really tough with the kids. I'm ridiculously tight in the hips. Obviously this is why my hamstring revolted. I realize that I'm going to have to keep up the yoga forever now if I ever hope to function the way I want to. It's not such a bad thing really, I DO like yoga, it's just that it was easier to be lazy and not do the stretching and yoga that I need and should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll try a very, very easy run on the weekend. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, yet another good friend is moving away from the area. He's headed to Tacoma, Washington for a new job. He was laid off a month or two back and luckily landed a great gig up there. But again, one less friend/relative around here. It's getting lonelier and lonelier and there are fewer people here that we feel comfortable with. It's become very "privileged" in our hood and well, we don't measure up in the earnings department. We're only here because we've always been here. Home has picked up and left when we weren't looking. I'm ready to go look for where it went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-8644848910306944335?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/8644848910306944335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=8644848910306944335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/8644848910306944335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/8644848910306944335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/02/cabin-fever-hamstring-i-havent-run-in.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-4912612569960050119</id><published>2009-01-30T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T10:52:44.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Recouperation and Something Really Gross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's that for a title?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the baby jogger with little N to go get Maya from school. I'm sorry to report to my East Coast friends that it was about 70 degrees and sunny yesterday here. I made a very careful foray into running and it was a good, but small success. There was some soreness and I did take it VERY easy, you could hardly call it a run. But I was out there and the leg did not seize up and stop me in my tracks. I just have to learn to be careful with my aging self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the day I noticed a lot of flies in the house. This did not bode well. I couldn't figure out where they were coming from. I couldn't smell anything bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 7 in the evening the stench began. Something was dead somewhere and it seemed to be emanating from the fireplace. I made the Hub check it out. There was fur sticking out from above the damper. Some poor squirrel met his untimely demise up there. There was no way that this was waiting until morning because the Creeping Death smell was slowly making it's way to the bedrooms. There was no way I was going to sleep thinking about that thing in there and how hideous the house was going to smell in the morning. So we spent the evening riding ourselves of a stinking carcass....well mostly the Hub did all the work because I did NOT want to get a good look at that thing. So much for our usual Thursday pizza night, at least The Office was a rerun so we didn't miss anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just very thankful that there is nothing dead in the house today left for me to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be heading out in the California sunshine in a few minutes for my run and Maya pickup. Wish me luck with the leg...I'm hoping that things go smoothly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-4912612569960050119?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4912612569960050119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=4912612569960050119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/4912612569960050119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/4912612569960050119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/01/recouperation-and-something-really.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-8084086889987259267</id><published>2009-01-28T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:25:25.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy B-Day to Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just to make me feel like I'm 40, last night at track my hammie decided to tighten on the last 400. I'll take full blame for it tho....I couldn't keep myself controlled and I probably pushed it a wittle too much. I'm 40 but I'm still dumb like 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not TOO bad. I'm being very good to it today, RICE, some heat, ibuprofen - the whole nine yards. But now I will NOT do track for at least three weeks to a month....just to make sure that it's all better. Plus I'll be doing all the stretching and strengthening rehab for it and I'll go see Angelique again. I'm keeping her in biz fo' shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's up for tonight? A little family B-day with the 'rents and rugrats, some sushi (my fav) and some nice authentic Teutonic cake. Rock on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-8084086889987259267?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/8084086889987259267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=8084086889987259267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/8084086889987259267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/8084086889987259267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-b-day-to-me-and-just-to-make-me.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-8181117567996908830</id><published>2009-01-27T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:09:41.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Track Tonight...B-Day Tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday is a day filled with running around. Maya has a science class in the afternoon and THEN they both have a dance class right afterwards. Then I go to track. Tuesday got overscheduled, unfortunately. But that was the only day that their dance class was offered. I hate running around like this, I don't dig the idea of overscheduling, it's so yuppie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tuenighttrack.blogspot.com/"&gt;Here's the workout for tonight &lt;/a&gt;- check it out on the blog that I keep for our Tuesday night workout group. I'll be vewwy careful on the hammy and run these a bit slower and smoother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SX93nwU0FcI/AAAAAAAAAc4/7JBgSX4a5A8/s1600-h/DSC01617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296083211681797570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SX93nwU0FcI/AAAAAAAAAc4/7JBgSX4a5A8/s320/DSC01617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Playing with the bubble factory.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-8181117567996908830?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/8181117567996908830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=8181117567996908830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/8181117567996908830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/8181117567996908830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/01/track-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SX93nwU0FcI/AAAAAAAAAc4/7JBgSX4a5A8/s72-c/DSC01617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-4798675213420467213</id><published>2009-01-26T18:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:17:56.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back on Track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the hamstring out for a spin yesterday...and all systems were go. The rest and the ART did the trick no doubt. Not even a glimmer of the problem. That's not to say that I'm not going to be extra careful (especially at track) for the next week or so. Dr. Angelique suggests continued stretching and strengthening to repair the damage and keep it from happening again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm oh so happy! The freedom of running is mine again. I was so afraid that this was going to be a nagging problem...but with care and maintanence I'm free to run again. I guess I'm extra worried about it because the big 4 OH birthday is THIS WEEK. I'm really not so worried about being forty, it doesn't really bother me, except the fear of nagging injuries and the old bod not responding to my commands as it used to. Other than that, being forty is just a number.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-4798675213420467213?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4798675213420467213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=4798675213420467213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/4798675213420467213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/4798675213420467213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-on-track-i-took-hamstring-out-for.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-5453120270720491283</id><published>2009-01-21T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T16:44:45.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Art of ART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had an ART treatment today from Angelique at Health Logic. ART is not a nice relaxing massage but it sure works. Halfway through the treatment today I noticed that the golf ball at the back of my leg had dissappeared. Angelique believes that what had happend was that my IT band and my biceps femoris came to some dissaggreement on the curve of my last 200 and the BF solved the situation by siezing up. My IT band was probably a bit tight and there was friction between the biceps femoris and it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we're trying to work things out. There will be lots of stretching, foam rollering and icing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a little bit of running on the weekend. And then back to Angelique on Monday. HOPEFULLY, that will do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-5453120270720491283?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5453120270720491283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=5453120270720491283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/5453120270720491283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/5453120270720491283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/01/art-of-art-so-i-had-art-treatment-today.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-7362184093821400716</id><published>2009-01-20T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:23:28.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Resting Is Okay Too. I Guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's Tuesday evening and the sky hasn't fallen in and I haven't gone completely insane yet. My hamstring feels relatively normal, although I have done zero testing of it. I'll stick to the the week off plan and NOT do any running (thanks Stuart, I'm taking your advice!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an appointment for an ART treatment tomorrow morning. I'm all about fixing any and all problems when they crop up. I can't just sit around and wait for it to go away. Or hope for it to go away. I have to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day carting kids to and fro, doing dishes, cooking, some cleaning (tho definitely not enough). All to the background of the inauguaration. I love this new beginning. I have hope for our collective futures. And I'm ready to get to work. Hamstring or not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-7362184093821400716?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7362184093821400716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=7362184093821400716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/7362184093821400716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/7362184093821400716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/01/resting-is-okay-too.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-2487485173169853111</id><published>2009-01-17T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:01:55.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Glorious Workout...then...Sidelined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my marvelous track workout was just that. Marvelous! I was 15 seconds faster on my 400 than just a few weeks ago. I felt the old joy of speedy running, of whipping around the track. Then it happened. Some tightness in the back of my left thigh in the final 200. My run home was hobbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to run in fits and starts all week long, thinking that it was getting better. What to do? Hubby suggested a full week's rest. I'm grumpy and pissed off. Why does this have to happen JUST when things start getting smooth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm also afraid that this is the beginning of bad things. Is this the start of a nagging injury that won't quit? Hubby again says that this will heal and go away. Ugh, I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a week of ice, ibuprofen, rest and stretching. To be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-2487485173169853111?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2487485173169853111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=2487485173169853111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2487485173169853111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2487485173169853111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/01/glorious-workout.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-6573373223932862770</id><published>2009-01-12T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:26:00.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's 72 degrees outside in my backyard. Fabulous. I'm really, really, really sorry for my midwest/eastern/Canadian friends, I know it's craphola cold where you are. But I have to admit that I'm-a likin' this weather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I stuck to my 5k training schedule last week even though I was suffering from some wierd exhaustion. I felt better yesterday, but all in all I mostly felt like I was out of gas. I'm adding some more carbs into my diet and I think it's starting to help. I know, I'm the only person who actually has to add carbs into my diet. I'm not a big sweets or bread person. You could throw me a raw steak and I'd be happy. Seriously. I'm wierd like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is a rest day. Tomorrow will be speed work. My favorite. Short intervals. 600-400-400-200 repeat. I really DO love short intervals, I'm not being catty I love tearing it up fast and furious (or in my dreams fast and furious). I like the short intense pain, and then it's all over with sort of feeling. Plus they really get the endorphins going! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-6573373223932862770?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6573373223932862770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=6573373223932862770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/6573373223932862770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/6573373223932862770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-up-its-72-degrees-outside-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-3751497028117168877</id><published>2009-01-08T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:27:11.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The New Schedule&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ouch. 4 x 800's on Tuesday night (plus warm up and cool down) nearly killed me. A few weeks off of intervals is deadly. Wednesday's easy 4-6 mile run turned out to be a painful, tired, huffy-puffy 3.5 mile. Yikes. it felt like 7 miles, but was ONLY 3.5. I'm just hoping that all of the quality work plus adequate rest will translate (quickly) into some decent speed and fitness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So tonight will be pace intervals.... 2 x 1200m with maybe a 400 at the end and warm-up and cool down of course. I wish I could've done it this morning but the Hubby had to leave for work early in order to get his cycling in. It's all about teamwork if the two of us are going to keep in shape and get to our fitness goals! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tomorrow will be another rest day (happy happy, joy joy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-3751497028117168877?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/3751497028117168877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=3751497028117168877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/3751497028117168877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/3751497028117168877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-schedule-ouch.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-6427764815742376991</id><published>2008-12-28T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:48:15.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Plan for 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the deal. Training for ultras just takes TOO long for me. It isn't working out with my family commitments. Instead of being a positive, it becomes a negative stress for me. Don't get me wrong, I loved my long runs in the woods. It's just the wrong time in my life for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I hate how slow I've become. It kinda hurts my ego to be so S-L-O-W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....here's the new goal for 2009 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sub-20 minute 5K.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's an attainable goal, with plenty of time and wiggle room to accomplish. My all time 5k best is 17:09 - so I am capable of it. And there's all kinds of added benefits, it'll speed me up at all distances. I'm probably better suited physically for the short stuff anyway. Plus it'll be something that's more family friendly all around. I won't be gone long for training and they'll be able to hang out and watch the races without it being too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be starting the &lt;a href="http://www.runnersworld.com/article/0,7120,s6-238-244-259-6406-0,00.html"&gt;advanced plan for a fast 5&lt;/a&gt;k after the 1st of the year. I'm now doing some get-in-shape for the training cycle runs. I'll shoot for a 5k after the first 8 week training cycle. That one will be a test run to see where I'm at. (If I accomplish my goal then, great! But probably pretty unlikely the first time out that early in the year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty jazzed about this goal. I'll get in great shape, have fun and find my speed again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++++&lt;br /&gt;The kids are just going stir crazy with these holidays. Ugh, I can't wait until school starts again and they are back on a schedule (and so am I). They are in each other's hair and just driving me nuts. They are set to start some fun classes after the first of the year so that should keep them busy.&lt;br /&gt;+++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I ran a moderately paced 4.28 miles. My time was 32:00. I threw some fast surges in there (6:09 pace) and some bounding plyometrics and such. I'm letting my stride open up again as I'll be concentrating on speed. I've been constricting my stride (marathon shuffle) and I think that has caused some problems, both physical and performance-wise. I think I just have a naturally longer stride. I'm just going to run "naturally" from now on and not mess around with my style too much.&lt;br /&gt;Today I'll run a little longer, 6-7 miles at a slower pace. Maybe a hilly route. I have some new running clothes to wear that Santa brought to me! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-6427764815742376991?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6427764815742376991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=6427764815742376991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/6427764815742376991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/6427764815742376991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2008/12/plan-for-2009-so-heres-deal.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-4972322956164785869</id><published>2008-12-20T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:25:31.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hibernation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I haven't felt much like blogging. The holidays are, well, busy as they are for everyone. And now all the kidlets will be home with me for a while. I'll be cleaning constantly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone at Casa Coyote currently has a cold. Mama and Papa Coyote are going to be missing the one holiday party that they were going to to go to this year due to said disease. Funny how it hardly seems to phase the pups. They just continue to run around, scream, fight, play and drip snot. We on the other hand drag ourselves around like zombies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, no running to speak of. I'm hoping that I'll be well enough to sneak out for an early morning run on Monday before the entire clan wakes up. That would be nice. If not Monday than Tuesday hopefully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope that you all are having a wonderful holiday season. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-4972322956164785869?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4972322956164785869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=4972322956164785869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/4972322956164785869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/4972322956164785869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2008/12/hibernation-i-havent-felt-much-like.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-6677790660406594724</id><published>2008-12-05T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T10:06:24.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Try This Workout&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new coach is relentless. As soon as I've achieved a new fast pace she yells at me to run faster. And she doesn't allow stopping for anything. Plus, I have to push her in a baby jogger throughout my whole workout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little N is brutal, unforgiving, destined to be a high school PE teacher or the dictator of a banana republic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does LOVE the baby jogger and going for runs with me. It's quite motivating to have a happy little cheerleader. And if I'm lucky she nods off for a nap during the run, allowing me to take a break.&lt;br /&gt; +++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No running today. I'm all knotted up. We'll do some yoga to get the kinks out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-6677790660406594724?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6677790660406594724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=6677790660406594724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/6677790660406594724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/6677790660406594724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2008/12/try-this-workout-my-new-coach-is.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-6210759433228466147</id><published>2008-12-03T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:45:55.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/STcL-xe2nqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/RNVr5XsECa8/s1600-h/DSC01390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275698661550366370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/STcL-xe2nqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/RNVr5XsECa8/s320/DSC01390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/STcL-Y_KpLI/AAAAAAAAAZU/t9130syiMkk/s1600-h/DSC01435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275698654975009970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/STcL-Y_KpLI/AAAAAAAAAZU/t9130syiMkk/s320/DSC01435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momma's Got a Brand New Bag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back home and it's the first week of the new schedule, aka - no preschool/daycare and mommy at home. So far (3 days) so good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's settle back in time after a pleasant trip to AZ and Grammy's ranch. The girls have no idea yet how lucky they are to have a Grammy with HORSES. I'm sure it will sink in when their little friends get jealous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were welcomed home by the kitties AND a broken water heater. Yay. Just what I wanted for Xmas. So I spent some quality time with my dad and little N installing a new water heater. Of course it turned out to be 10x more difficult than anticipated because we had to jerry-rig earthquake straps, solder a new pipe into place for the pressure valve and the hot water pipes to the kitchen sink became clogged when we used it to bleed air from the water tank thus creating a whole NEW project. I just reassembled the faucet before plunking myself down infront of the 'puter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Hub and I got some quality runs in in AZ. We actually ran together once, first time in literally years. Someone always has to be home with the kids ya know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We checked out some of the properties for sale. Fabulous ranch houses three times the size of our little bungalow for hundreds of thousands of dollars less than what our tiny little place is worth. It was nice to dream of more than one bathroom...and luxury ones at that! I've never seen anything in the Phoenix job listings that would be suitable for The Hub or I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And then there's summer. I'm not sure how I feel about three months of 115 degree weather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;November is deceiving in AZ - the weather is just about perfect, tricking you into thinking that moving is a distint possibility. I'll have to visit again in July to see if it's really possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;++++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Little N and I are going to saddle up the baby jogger and head out on an afternoon run. Hopefully she'll nap too. Tonight is M's winter concert at her school. I hope it's not too long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-6210759433228466147?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6210759433228466147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=6210759433228466147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/6210759433228466147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/6210759433228466147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2008/12/mommas-got-brand-new-bag-back-home-and.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/STcL-xe2nqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/RNVr5XsECa8/s72-c/DSC01390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-6211793764865893963</id><published>2008-11-21T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:46:48.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Life Less Feral&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's little N's last day at daycare/preschool. I've told her about it, I think she gets it and it seems like she doesn't care. I hope so. I have fun plans for her so that she should be happy post-preschool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me? Well, I certainly haven't been hitting the trails much as of late. I've actually been doing things like baking, which is totally unlike me. I've also been doing some heavy duty home repair like refinishing walls and the deck. Makes me feel all macho and useful. And kind of domesticated...eeek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But change is good and getting things done is good too. I'll post before and after pics when I'm done. As for the running - the more intense workouts I'll do in the early mornings and on track evenings. During the day I'll bust out the baby jogger for adventure with the N. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Running today - A little run around the 'hood with some tempo in for good measure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-6211793764865893963?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6211793764865893963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=6211793764865893963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/6211793764865893963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/6211793764865893963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-less-feral-its-little-ns-last-day.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-2125206634497965391</id><published>2008-11-19T15:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:20:10.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pirates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How can there still be pirates? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You've probably heard about the pirates cruising off the coast of Africa. They've been big news since they took over a Saudi oil tanker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love cartoony pirates. Like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parteaz.co.uk/cms/files/Peter%20Pan%20Party%20icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;these guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- and this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barcade.com/media/images/2653_JackSparrow300.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. I'm sure I wouldn't like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=97206383&amp;amp;ft=1&amp;amp;f=1004"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;these guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years back I spent some time in Kenya. I stayed for a while in a city called Mombasa on the coast. I spent a lot of time throwing rocks at monkeys to keep them off my balcony and out of my food. I encountered the most spider infested public toilet there near the beach and I actually used it because I had no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember going down to the beach for the first time when I got there and I encountered...NO ONE. Completely empty. Not a soul on a pristine white sands beach that met the bluest water imaginable. I walked up and down. No sunbathers. No fishing boats. There are lots of open spaces and wild places out there, even close to relatively large city like Mombasa. You could get away with a lot. Pirates are not out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++&lt;br /&gt;Great run around town with some of the trackmates. It was Trackarchy! My pace is improving. Did about 6 miles in the dark hills around town chatting with a few of my running friends. The weather was crisp and cool but I could have worn shorts instead of my tights (wimp).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-2125206634497965391?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2125206634497965391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=2125206634497965391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2125206634497965391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2125206634497965391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2008/11/pirates-youve-probably-heard-about.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-7260851467728171973</id><published>2008-11-17T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:49:11.927-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossfit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work/life balance'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ditchin' Daycare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We chose this daycare because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. the facilities were beautiful, clean and safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. the teachers were great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. they served hot fresh lunch meals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. the price was reasonable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We're leaving because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. I'm not working outside the home anymore (mostly this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. it's too darn far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. the administration is a bit harsh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The secretary at little N's daycare hates kids. She just can't hide it. We call her Ms. Sunshine. Why do people who hate kids work in schools and daycares? It's like why do people who can't manage become managers? The Peter Principle in action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ms. Sunshine scowls like the grim reaper and barks hello to every kid as they get to school in the mornings. If they don't say hello back she yells hello at them until they do. She's not happy to see them, so why does she bother to say hello? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Both Ms. Sunshine and The Director expect little kids to act like adults. This is my biggest complaint. But they are fiercely protective and watchful of the kids. So I've never been worried for either of my little tikes there and I've always felt that they were safe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I called to give little N's required two-week notice. Ms. Sunshine was noticably surprised. Her voice jumped an octave and she nervously exchanged pleasantries with me. I'm sure that she's wondering why we're leaving and thinking the worst. It's just in her nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ms. Sunshine amuses me in an ironic, dark way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wonder if Little N is going to miss her preschool and her friends, if she'll be sad. I'll sign her up for some classes and take her out to the parks and reading circles at the library and such. Hopefully we'll meet other kids. I also wonder if she'll miss some of her favorite teachers, heck I'll be kinda glum about not seeing them again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or maybe it'll be like the nummie. We thought it was going to be a battle royal to get her to kick the habit but it only took one evening. I'm hoping for a smooth transition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;+++++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went for a nice 3 miler in the sunshine this morning and then did a crossfit workout. I was too lazy to change the weight on the bar from when the hubby worked out. It was 10 lbs heavier than what I've been dealing with. So now I've upped the squats, thrusts and pushes by 10lbs. Go me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-7260851467728171973?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7260851467728171973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=7260851467728171973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/7260851467728171973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/7260851467728171973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2008/11/ditchin-daycare-we-chose-this-daycare.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-4171190903999374989</id><published>2008-11-13T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:42:08.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SR3EnDxmmvI/AAAAAAAAAY0/wZoLBIhs2ww/s1600-h/slyparkcreek.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268583314400647922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SR3EnDxmmvI/AAAAAAAAAY0/wZoLBIhs2ww/s320/slyparkcreek.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Go With the Flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Words to live by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been trying to force things into happening lately. We'd do well with my income...if I had one. But maybe that's NOT what I'm really supposed to be doing right now. The job hunt not only is exasperating and apparently futile...but it FEELS that it's that way for a reason. It's not meant to be. I ignored my intuition when I took that last crappy job from which I was laid off. Now when I search for jobs and send out resumes it just leaves me feeling more stressed than if I hadn't done anything at all. My intuition is banging me over the head with a hammer. Maybe I should listen this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not meant to be. Something ELSE is supposed to happen. I'm supposed to be doing something else. So I'm not going to continue doing what I think I &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; be doing. I'm going to to do what I'm lead to do. Again, that intuition thing that I've been too afraid to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah fear...there's my old enemy again. Ignore fear and follow intuition. Easy to say, not so easy to follow through with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means taking little N out of daycare/preschool. That will free up a HEFTY amount of money that we've been paying to keep our spot there for when I got another job. We can use that money for so many other things. And I'm so tired of driving her there. Little N will be able to take some dance or art classes instead for a mere pittance in comparison to the cost of preschool. I miss her during the day anyway, it'll be nice to have her around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I can shift my workouts back to early morning before everyone wakes up. A guarranteed way to get them done! And a way to get some valuable quiet me time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-4171190903999374989?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4171190903999374989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=4171190903999374989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/4171190903999374989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/4171190903999374989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-with-flow-words-to-live-by.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SR3EnDxmmvI/AAAAAAAAAY0/wZoLBIhs2ww/s72-c/slyparkcreek.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-5212318474884637159</id><published>2008-11-12T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:08:14.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Time...and Large Cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SRtAdez9OmI/AAAAAAAAAYs/TI1tR1flqt8/s1600-h/mtlion%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267875064371296866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SRtAdez9OmI/AAAAAAAAAYs/TI1tR1flqt8/s320/mtlion%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's already 12:30pm and I've hardly accomplished a thing. I've updated my resume and added a few samples to it for easy sending and more visibility, so that's something at least. And I have sent out a few to some job prospects. But it's nothing that I can see or hold in my hand. And probably nothing will come of it but sadly I must keep at it or give up entirely. It such a dismal, time consuming process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another &lt;a href="http://www.mercurynews.com/breakingnews/ci_10957845"&gt;large cat sighting&lt;/a&gt; in the area. This one is amazing. I Google mapped the intersection where said kitty was spotted crossing the street and leaping into a suburban yard. It is a quite well manicured area and not at all wild. Why don't I ever get to see anything like this? I'd probably pee my run shorts...but still it'd be worth it if I wasn't eaten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Workout today - will be yesterday's CrossFit and CrossFit Endurance workout. Yeehaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-5212318474884637159?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5212318474884637159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=5212318474884637159' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/5212318474884637159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/5212318474884637159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2008/11/time.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SRtAdez9OmI/AAAAAAAAAYs/TI1tR1flqt8/s72-c/mtlion%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-9216329679700203296</id><published>2008-11-11T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:16:23.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veteran's Day&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SRosWvxpS3I/AAAAAAAAAYk/R71sQ_rUv3I/s1600-h/DSC01340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267571483456654194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SRosWvxpS3I/AAAAAAAAAYk/R71sQ_rUv3I/s320/DSC01340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SRor_nMBVbI/AAAAAAAAAYc/H_FE3IYux-E/s1600-h/DSC01337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267571086014371250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SRor_nMBVbI/AAAAAAAAAYc/H_FE3IYux-E/s320/DSC01337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SRor_M_g2gI/AAAAAAAAAYU/b9GKTqrINmc/s1600-h/DSC01332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267571078982588930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SRor_M_g2gI/AAAAAAAAAYU/b9GKTqrINmc/s320/DSC01332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SRor-nfU5FI/AAAAAAAAAYM/wx6E6mR7c74/s1600-h/DSC01330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267571068915475538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SRor-nfU5FI/AAAAAAAAAYM/wx6E6mR7c74/s320/DSC01330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SRor9xvGlcI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Pgh5saDTgvo/s1600-h/DSC01327.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SRor9B7QE4I/AAAAAAAAAX8/051XFUGdydU/s1600-h/DSC01323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267571041652183938" style="FLOAT: left; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's 5pm and I think that this is going to end up being a rest day workout wise. Because of the holiday the girls were home and we had to get out and find something for them to do so that they wouldn't tear the house apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we picked up Omi (grandma) and drove over to Princeton Harbor just north of Half Moon Bay. Omi and Opi own some property out there so Omi got to check out what was going on out there and we got to have fun at the seashore at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been going back and forth with two possible job prospects and waiting, waiting, waiting for them to get back to me. I'm at a point where I need an answer because I have to make some child care decisions pronto. I need an answer from them to get be able to make some changes that I've been wanting to make. Job prospects always take much longer than they estimate they will. I hate job hunting, it's terrible for the ego. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving. It's become my favorite holiday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-9216329679700203296?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/9216329679700203296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=9216329679700203296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/9216329679700203296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/9216329679700203296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2008/11/veterans-day-its-5pm-and-i-think-that.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SRosWvxpS3I/AAAAAAAAAYk/R71sQ_rUv3I/s72-c/DSC01340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-2907569364979951314</id><published>2008-11-06T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:44:03.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Outcomes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, my guy won and I am happy. I hope if your guy didn't win that you're not too upset. It's going to be okay, really it is. I'm confident that this positive change will improve our standing in the world. As my mother, an emigrant, said, "This isn't the country that I fought so hard to come to." I'm looking forward to more diplomacy, less bombs. More thinking, less knee-jerk reactions. More oversight over institutions that need it. More work on infrastructure, education and health care. We need to clean up our own house. I'll pick up a broom and start, wanna help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;++++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the workout front -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm now following CrossFit and CrossFit Endurance. Yesterday I did both WODs. They are ass-kickin' but fun. Today is a rest day for Endurance, and I'll do the main WOD for CrossFit in a little while. It is - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lynne"&lt;br /&gt;Five rounds for max reps of:Body weight bench press &amp;amp; Pull-ups &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been doing a lot of pull ups lately on these WODs. They are getting easier everyday plus I'm getting some pretty nifty definition in my arms. I like these short and explosive workouts. I'm done quickly and I'm seeing and feeling results quickly. It probably has something to do with my muscle make-up (I do think I have more fast-twitch fibers). I've also cut down on my sugar intake. That has made a dramatic difference in my appearance. I look much more cut. When I really paid attention to the garbage carbs that I was taking in and cut them way down I immediately lost five pounds. I'm adhering to more of a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paleolithic_diet"&gt;paleolithic style diet &lt;/a&gt;now, which isn't that tough because I love veggies and meat more than breads and sweets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is all an experiment of course (an experiment of one). We'll see how I react to it. I'm supposed to get my cholesterol checked soon. I'm very interested in how the "Caveman Diet" will effect my levels. From all of the research that I've read it should have a good effect on it. I'll report the results. I haven't had my cholesterol checked in years, I just remember that it was normal before. (Something like 170/53 I think. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-2907569364979951314?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2907569364979951314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=2907569364979951314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2907569364979951314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/2907569364979951314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-outcomes-well-my-guy-won-and-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-3372170175134996286</id><published>2008-11-04T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:15:27.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" size="5"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" size="5"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" size="5"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" size="5"&gt;Votebama&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SRCsDg9ZgLI/AAAAAAAAAXc/BgwgQdKCJmk/s1600-h/mccain-zombie%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SRCsDg9ZgLI/AAAAAAAAAXc/BgwgQdKCJmk/s320/mccain-zombie%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264897140783153330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.obama.gabrielmichael.com/barack_obama_t-shirts.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gabrielmichael.com/obama-biden-new.jpg" alt="obama - biden graphics" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" size="5"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" size="4"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/POLITICS/11/04/dixville.notch/index.html"&gt;Landslide for Obama at Dixville Notch.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" size="5"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;So now you know how I voted. Voted weeks ago by absentee. It's the only way to fly, seriously because I live in Murphy's Law Land. If I were voting today both my kids would have food poisoning and the roof would cave in on the polling place. I highly recommend voting absentee so that you can sit in the comfort of your own home, have a nice relaxing drink and figure out all of those damn propositions in private. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" size="4"&gt;I can't believe that it's almost over. I'll probably be up all night watching election night coverage. Yes, I was a polisci major in college. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" size="4"&gt;+++++++++&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" size="4"&gt;The creepy little kid, my three year old, pitched the biggest fit this morning on the way to preschool (see what would have been happening if I had been going to the polling booth!). It was all about the lack of snacks in the car. I knew it was bad because both shoes and socks were yanked and thrown. Somehow this is a punishment or an indictment on me, whatever it means...it's BAD. I ended up having to leave her at preschool screaming at me barefoot in a hallway. I was shooed out by the teachers and directors who know (as I do too) that as soon as the parent is out of sight the kid calms down. It's tough, but they're right. She's such a bullheaded little thing. I'm hoping that she channels that righteous indignation to effective study methods for med school and effective training for the 2020 Olympics. It's possible.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" size="4"&gt;Tonight is track night. 8 x 400m. I love 400 meter repeats. Really. It's like the perfect distance. And at some time today I'll do the CrossFit WOD. Maybe at the track. I know you're supposed to do them separately but who has the time???&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-3372170175134996286?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/3372170175134996286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=3372170175134996286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/3372170175134996286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/3372170175134996286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2008/11/votebama-landslide-for-obama-at.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SRCsDg9ZgLI/AAAAAAAAAXc/BgwgQdKCJmk/s72-c/mccain-zombie%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-3996011235035549763</id><published>2008-11-03T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:37:33.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SQ9NHmYWWEI/AAAAAAAAAWU/uSxNnZT1aaU/s1600-h/DSC01303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264511282376497218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SQ9NHmYWWEI/AAAAAAAAAWU/uSxNnZT1aaU/s320/DSC01303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SQ9NHCSAZFI/AAAAAAAAAWM/eF6JFiUr02w/s1600-h/DSC01314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264511272686216274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SQ9NHCSAZFI/AAAAAAAAAWM/eF6JFiUr02w/s320/DSC01314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SQ9NG2FFanI/AAAAAAAAAWE/v33qjD7YKEY/s1600-h/DSC01303.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SQ9NGSQLpjI/AAAAAAAAAV8/MAGUzCrMDlY/s1600-h/DSC01214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264511259793663538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SQ9NGSQLpjI/AAAAAAAAAV8/MAGUzCrMDlY/s320/DSC01214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SQ9NF80_20I/AAAAAAAAAV0/WXSXQR1VCnc/s1600-h/DSC01298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264511254042499906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SQ9NF80_20I/AAAAAAAAAV0/WXSXQR1VCnc/s320/DSC01298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;Post Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, it's done. The girls had a great time although I think they were exhausted before we ever even got out to do the trick or treating. Maya feel asleep at dinner time and had to be poked awake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Our neighborhood has a few blocks that go ALL OUT for Halloween. Every house does a haunted house thing. One of the haunted houses reported to me that they had over 1000 trick or treaters. They made multiple candy runs throughout the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Nadya was quite taken by the creepiest devil decoration I'd ever seen but terrified of the goofy cute skeletons. Go figure. She kept saying, "But I LOOVE the devil monster!" to everyone who would listen. I think she really freaked some moms out because they had to ask me, "Ummm, what is she saying?" So we had to go back to look at the devil monster that was up on one of the haunted houses' balconey. She proclaimed him her friend. She's a creepy little kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;+++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So with all of the family stuff going on I'm woefully undertrained for ultras. There will be no Stinson 50k...and that's okay. I'm really enjoying the family things and the upcoming holidays. I just don't have the time or the inner drive for the training. I've started doing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crossfit.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Crossfit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crossfitendurance.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Crossfit Endurance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. It seems to be doing something for me! I've lost about 8 lbs and firmed up. I' definitely have more definition in my arms and abs. And I have more time to do other things. I'm hoping that Crossfit Endurance will help me regain my lost speed as it involves a lot of interval type training. I'm going to do Crossfit workouts exclusively throughout the winter to see how it affects me. I'm banking on it being a good base that I could spring off of easily and do an ultra or two from it. I find the philosophy to be interesting and I'm predicting that it will do well for my body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Since I'll probably regain some speed I'll try my hand at some shorter races again. I haven't done a 5k in many years. It might be fun, it will definitely be painful I'm sure. But at a 5k I won't be gone for hours and my kids can watch me barf at the finish line.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-3996011235035549763?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/3996011235035549763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=3996011235035549763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/3996011235035549763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/3996011235035549763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2008/11/post-halloween-well-its-done.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SQ9NHmYWWEI/AAAAAAAAAWU/uSxNnZT1aaU/s72-c/DSC01303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-4245552851523523640</id><published>2008-10-28T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:55:16.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's Soggy Outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so my kindergartener says. And that wasn't even coached, she came up with that all by herself. Yep, we're back to the early morning fog. I can't decide if I like or hate it. It's beautiful, but it's chilly. After a few miles, it DOES feel good...but it takes some time to get used to. And I hate that first step outta the door into it. I end up putting on capri running leggings when I really should have just worn shorts because I get too hot half way through the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I'm a complaining about? I didn't even go running this morning. Only because I'll be hitting the track tonight for &lt;a href="http://tuenighttrack.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tuesday Night Track&lt;/a&gt;. I'll run there and back. In my capri tights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a coupla days 'till Halloween. I got a sh*tload of candy for the event. I won't need as much as I got but I'm buying for leftovers for the kids. We'll have candy treats for 1/2 a year now. Seriously I need to fill them up on something because they seem to be in growth spurts now. I can't believe how much a skinny little kindergartner can put away. Where does it go? Hubby suggested that we rebuild the house gingerbread style so that they can just break off pieces when they are hungry. I'm considering it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I saw some lawn fairies a few nights ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SQd6GW4oYtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ypu4PU73SIc/s1600-h/DSC01174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262308939246625490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SQd6GW4oYtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ypu4PU73SIc/s320/DSC01174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-4245552851523523640?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4245552851523523640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=4245552851523523640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/4245552851523523640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/4245552851523523640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-soggy-outside-or-so-my.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SQd6GW4oYtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ypu4PU73SIc/s72-c/DSC01174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-3558363886289251340</id><published>2008-10-27T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:04:57.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I've Been Tagged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.breakingthetape.com/onepinkfuzzy/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Angie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tagged me. That means I have to list 6 different things about myself that others may not know. Here it goes - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. I love bagpipes. I don't know why, but I love bagpipe music. I really dig running to it. Some of my favorites are a band called Enter the Haggis, and The Great Big Sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. I haven't been anywhere in ages but in my earlier life I traveled to 32 different countries. Mostly to archeaological and nature sites. My dad worked for an airline so my folks took advantage of the benefits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. I almost was a ballet dancer. I had been a dancer since the age of 3. I was really good and I performed a lot through my highschool years. Decided it was better for me to go to college and to stop starving myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. I love pirates and ninjas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. I speak German&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. I'm arachnaphobic but I appreciate and I'm fascinated by spiders. This leads Hubby to show me every picture and movie on uTube of large exotic spiders that he finds. I won't kill them - if I find a tarantula I'll shew it across the road...but I won't touch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;++++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Running Report - Very little. But actually it kind of feels good to take a break. I went out for an hour on Saturday. Maybe I'll get out this evening for a bit. Right now I'm putting family first and it's taking a lot of stress out of my life. But I do miss the trails! I'll be back, I promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-3558363886289251340?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/3558363886289251340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=3558363886289251340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/3558363886289251340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/3558363886289251340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-ive-been-tagged-angie-tagged-me.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-4617487544371770658</id><published>2008-10-21T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:11:46.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Down Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a super fun run with my littlest one (she was in the baby jogger) yesterday. We checked out all of the cool Halloween decorations. The most amazing one is a two-story high spider in a web covering the entire front of a house. I kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That run really left me wanting more. I wanted to get out there and get those miles in that I need for Stinson. I was ready. I was able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniffly. Sore throat. Achy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not a damn thing I can do. I have a hot cup of tea, a book and the TV. I applied to some jobs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the weather! Does it have to be scrumptiously perfect out when I'm sick? I thought of laying down outside on the grass for a nap in the sun...but I feel a bit vulnerable out there. I could get a nut buried in my ear or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more aggravating than forced rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-4617487544371770658?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4617487544371770658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=4617487544371770658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/4617487544371770658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/4617487544371770658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2008/10/down-time-i-had-super-fun-run-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33112035.post-6343608765959204604</id><published>2008-10-17T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:16:32.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/CoyoteGirl26/SPjtBJkSmgI/AAAAAAAAAUk/6IEkN_vmCzo/s640/DSC01084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/CoyoteGirl26/SPjtBJkSmgI/AAAAAAAAAUk/6IEkN_vmCzo/s640/DSC01084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/CoyoteGirl26/SPjwBTi84bI/AAAAAAAAAVY/5zuqOi-fWYc/s720/DSC01088.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/CoyoteGirl26/SPjwAYxhq0I/AAAAAAAAAVo/xjW2tdTJS6Y/s640/DSC01087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/CoyoteGirl26/SPjwAYxhq0I/AAAAAAAAAVo/xjW2tdTJS6Y/s640/DSC01087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home Improvement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, if I haven't been running lots at least I've been getting SOMETHING done. I just completed a two day oven installation extravaganza. I got to spend a lot of time with my dad who is Mr. Fixit, owns every tool known to man and knows how to build anything and everything. Seriously. I haven't found a mechanism that he can figure out and fix. He's a "retired" mechanic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next it's back to replastering my walls and then painting them. Then I'll rip out the carpets and refinish the floors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;***********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/CoyoteGirl26/SJoflAcOwUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/O9Ig3BAXp3k/s720/DSC00769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/CoyoteGirl26/SJoflAcOwUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/O9Ig3BAXp3k/s720/DSC00769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I also picked up Simba the cat's ashes. That opened up wounds all over again. I still miss him everyday and catch myself looking for him. I can't believe that all I have left of him is pictures, ashes, some saved fur and a clay pawprint. He was too young to go, I fully expected him to be with us for a long time. It's times like these that I'm really banking on an afterlife to keep myself sane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Picture of Simba sleeping peacefully in the backyard a few weeks before his untimely death)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;***********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Running today? Dunno. We finished the stove thing rather quickly, so maybe I'll get out before I go to volunteer at the animal shelter tonight. The whole Simba thing has gotten me down. I'm sure that going out for a trail run would make me feel better, it's just a matter of actually getting myself out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33112035-6343608765959204604?l=littlelightfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6343608765959204604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33112035&amp;postID=6343608765959204604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/6343608765959204604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33112035/posts/default/6343608765959204604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelightfoot.blogspot.com/2008/10/home-improvement-well-if-i-havent-been.html' title=''/><author><name>CoyoteGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfRgd3f3EXY/SSYxMCfF5XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/6jinZEQozSU/S220/blogger+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/CoyoteGirl26/SPjtBJkSmgI/AAAAAAAAAUk/6IEkN_vmCzo/s72-c/DSC01084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
