<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309266</id><updated>2009-03-31T14:24:24.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road to Orlando</title><subtitle type='html'>2006 Disney Half Marathon group training blog for racers and supporting friends.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadtoorlando.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtoorlando.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424188723641590779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>446</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309266.post-113634855920866311</id><published>2006-01-03T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T23:22:39.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>final thoughts</title><summary type='text'>I have been wanting to post some final thoughts on this blog before switching over to the new site (linked below) but Iz has been so sick and now I have the crud.  RSV is a fairly serious virus for the young and elderly, Iz has required breathing treatments (similar to ones for asthma)  every few hours.  In normal adults, it manifests itself as a bad cold.  Not good since I was supposed to start </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113634855920866311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113634855920866311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtoorlando.blogspot.com/2006/01/final-thoughts.html' title='final thoughts'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08046236171124361416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00828384710719074337'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309266.post-113625643726692647</id><published>2006-01-02T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T21:47:17.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved!</title><summary type='text'>We've moved for 2006! Pelase join us athttp://vegmoms.blogspot.com/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113625643726692647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113625643726692647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtoorlando.blogspot.com/2006/01/moved.html' title='Moved!'/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424188723641590779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17253478104311413230'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309266.post-113597517298962552</id><published>2005-12-30T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T15:39:33.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DNF</title><summary type='text'>I am not going to Disney.  Iz is sick again, this time with RSV.  I will write again with final thoughts on the year when I get a chance.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113597517298962552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113597517298962552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtoorlando.blogspot.com/2005/12/dnf.html' title='DNF'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08046236171124361416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00828384710719074337'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309266.post-113526384412417528</id><published>2005-12-22T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T10:04:04.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mylanta quest</title><summary type='text'>My parents are coming over with my sister and bring lunch. Slightly better change in plans than us all going out to eat for lunch because I still feel gross. I have to pop into the grocery store and gets some odds and ends before I go to work and while there I need to get some Mylanta.I was reading backwards in my journals and every holiday I've been something of a grump except for the holiday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113526384412417528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113526384412417528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtoorlando.blogspot.com/2005/12/mylanta-quest.html' title='Mylanta quest'/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424188723641590779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17253478104311413230'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309266.post-113519891577917057</id><published>2005-12-21T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T16:01:55.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>second</title><summary type='text'>I am with you Cat.  It always bewilders me how this time of year becomes so sour.  Maybe it is because the expectations are high.  This year, we have the dog to deal with and we are both stressed about our new jobs.  And I always get a little depressed because my friend committed suicide this time 6 years ago.  But it always surprises me that I am not happy.   I have been crying on and off today,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113519891577917057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113519891577917057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtoorlando.blogspot.com/2005/12/second.html' title='second'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08046236171124361416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00828384710719074337'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309266.post-113519783668866756</id><published>2005-12-21T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T15:43:56.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's dread</title><summary type='text'>Saturday was Paul's office party. No problem. That was fun, easy to deal with other than eating (brought Julia food, but did not pack my own. Duh.)Sunday was no problem. Did nursery sunday school and it was easy. Got a bite to eat and then went to drumming. Fun.Monday. My sister flew in. Went to my massage appointment (good) and then went to see my sister at my parents' house and it started that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113519783668866756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113519783668866756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtoorlando.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-dread.html' title='It&apos;s dread'/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424188723641590779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17253478104311413230'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309266.post-113518469220342371</id><published>2005-12-21T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T12:04:52.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dog</title><summary type='text'>I dropped the dog off at the vet this morning for surgery.  Poor baby.  Tonight we will be setting up her crate which will be her new home for 6 weeks.  No exercise to report, just sad.  Christmas is getting so close!  I am going to make brownies for the neighbors.  We are planning a special xmas dinner (not just the same old thing).  I am still working on the menu, but we will be doing courses.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113518469220342371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113518469220342371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtoorlando.blogspot.com/2005/12/dog.html' title='dog'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08046236171124361416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00828384710719074337'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309266.post-113500316721874770</id><published>2005-12-19T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T09:39:27.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>devastated</title><summary type='text'>I am so upset this morning.  My poor dog is going to have to have surgery on her other knee.  It is killing me.  Not only is it the expense (which is HUGE) but it is all the pain she is in now without the surgery and all the pain she will be in after the surgery.  I was hoping we could make it till after xmas so she wouldn't have to be confined during the holidays (she will have to be confined to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113500316721874770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113500316721874770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtoorlando.blogspot.com/2005/12/devastated.html' title='devastated'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08046236171124361416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00828384710719074337'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309266.post-113494445679590644</id><published>2005-12-18T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T17:20:56.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 miles</title><summary type='text'>Mike and I went outside and did 3 miles today!  The weather was lovely.  Then I plodded around the mall with a friend and bought new undies, always a lovely thing to do.  Top it off with a trip to market and I have completely described my day. I am achy and haven't been exercising much.  I realized I bought my new shoes a .5 size too small and need to get new ones.  The too-small ones have left </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113494445679590644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113494445679590644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtoorlando.blogspot.com/2005/12/3-miles.html' title='3 miles'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08046236171124361416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00828384710719074337'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309266.post-113478969202866340</id><published>2005-12-16T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T22:21:32.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 cocktails</title><summary type='text'>Why do they call them cocktails???  I just had 5 at Mike's work party and had #1 in the dirty santa game which meant I got to go last and choose my gift.  I got a great skin care set.  Anyway, had a great time, much laughing and cheese and chocolate.  Time for bed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113478969202866340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113478969202866340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtoorlando.blogspot.com/2005/12/5-cocktails.html' title='5 cocktails'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08046236171124361416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00828384710719074337'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309266.post-113457300261815223</id><published>2005-12-14T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T10:10:02.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>strength and busy</title><summary type='text'>Man, it is busy at my house today!  I have already been to the gym to do a great strength workout.  It was amazing, I was all sweaty at the end.  I know that I have never lifted weights properly before because I never thought they were that hard.  And we do a million sit ups.  I never knew there were so many ways to sit up.  Yikes.  I need to make a list of all the different types of sit ups we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113457300261815223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113457300261815223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtoorlando.blogspot.com/2005/12/strength-and-busy.html' title='strength and busy'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08046236171124361416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00828384710719074337'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309266.post-113452354664244340</id><published>2005-12-13T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T20:25:46.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rocked the house</title><summary type='text'>I exercised again today!  Even while I felt sick!  And had to get up in the night with Iz!  I came home at 2 to get my 5 miles in, but then had to deal with the contractors because they delivered the wrong french door so I lost 20 minutes.  Ended up getting 3.75 miles in before I had to leave and get Iz.  I just walked the whole way and my heels were killing me pretty early on.  Either my new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113452354664244340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113452354664244340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtoorlando.blogspot.com/2005/12/rocked-house.html' title='rocked the house'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08046236171124361416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00828384710719074337'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309266.post-113441975077293214</id><published>2005-12-12T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T15:35:50.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my god</title><summary type='text'>I didn't wog my 8 miles this weekend.  I started to exercise on Sunday, but my heart wasn't in it, I was irritable and hungry and planning a shopping trip with a friend so I didn't have a lot of time.  Instead, I stayed home this morning, and did ~8 miles.  I didn't do maybe .3 of the 8 miles because I ran out of time.  It took a LONG time to do 8 miles, I started at about 8:45 (after my cereal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113441975077293214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113441975077293214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtoorlando.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-my-god.html' title='oh my god'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08046236171124361416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00828384710719074337'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309266.post-113431258265315525</id><published>2005-12-11T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T09:49:45.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Round</title><summary type='text'>   Planned: Short treadmill walk   Actual:  (not yet) I feel exhausted.  And as soon as I get another preschool paycheck I'm going to look into booking a massage appointment. I hear weird clicky noises in my back when I walk sometimes and I feel all tense.We took Julia to see Nana yesterday and went to Paul's small hometown's holiday parade. It was cute and about what you expect from small towns.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113431258265315525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113431258265315525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtoorlando.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-more-round.html' title='One More Round'/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424188723641590779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17253478104311413230'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309266.post-113426980594622901</id><published>2005-12-10T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T21:57:14.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughtful</title><summary type='text'>Hi Cat!  (waving)  It is so nice to see someone else in blog land. :)I have had a very thoughtful and not active day, but thoughtful is good, it usually preceeds action for me. Mike and I went to BoneFish for dinner, a seafood place. Seafood places are, in my experience, the worst place for vegetarians. They might have a single pasta dish that they will leave the fish out of but will taste fishy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113426980594622901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113426980594622901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtoorlando.blogspot.com/2005/12/thoughtful.html' title='thoughtful'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08046236171124361416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00828384710719074337'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309266.post-113417281924675334</id><published>2005-12-09T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T19:00:19.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><summary type='text'>Remember me? The wayward blogger?Today was a hellish day at preschool. It rained. The kids had cabin fever. They all went beserk. Ten little kids all running around, yelling, acting out, and goodness knows what.The sweet spot to my day was watching Julia "talk" to her friends. Toddler gibberish interspersed with a few recognizable words. "Hi! ------! ---------? Ok? Yes. ---------!"She's playful, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113417281924675334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113417281924675334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtoorlando.blogspot.com/2005/12/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424188723641590779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17253478104311413230'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309266.post-113413982009535090</id><published>2005-12-09T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T09:50:20.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>strength training</title><summary type='text'>I exercised with a trainer this morning and we had a great workout.  We did interval training, so we would do 2 reps of three different exercises, then I would jog a lap.   I haven't gotten a walk/jog done in a week so you may be wondering (as am I) if I will even participate in Disney.  It is only one month away.After a long talk with Mike last night, I have decided to let it come down to this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113413982009535090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113413982009535090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtoorlando.blogspot.com/2005/12/strength-training.html' title='strength training'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08046236171124361416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00828384710719074337'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309266.post-113398612696361003</id><published>2005-12-07T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T15:08:46.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>frustrated</title><summary type='text'>I started this journey in January when I started weight watchers.  I started walking (slowly) in March, then jogging in August.  I have increased the time I can jog from 90 seconds to several miles slowly over the last 5 months.  But the move, Isabel and Michael's illnesses, my own congestion, and an end of year slump has put a damper on my spirits and my exercise.  I started the 12 week training</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113398612696361003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113398612696361003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtoorlando.blogspot.com/2005/12/frustrated.html' title='frustrated'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08046236171124361416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00828384710719074337'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309266.post-113390354112590517</id><published>2005-12-06T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T16:12:21.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch!  That didn't go as planned</title><summary type='text'>I had 5 miles to do today so I came home at 2:00 to knock them out before I picked up Iz.  Apparently, sometime today i had given my left leg a good solid twist because when I was getting ready to go out, I noted that it felt "twitchy" from calf to knee to outside thigh.  I thought I would get started walking, then stretch a good bit before I started jogging, but after I was on the road, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113390354112590517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113390354112590517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtoorlando.blogspot.com/2005/12/ouch-that-didnt-go-as-planned.html' title='ouch!  That didn&apos;t go as planned'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08046236171124361416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00828384710719074337'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309266.post-113387218645833592</id><published>2005-12-06T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T07:29:46.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>body fat</title><summary type='text'>Today I am supposed to get my body fat measured by the trainer I am working with.  Man, that is something I need like a hole in the head.  I told her such numbers didn't appeal to me or motivate me, but jesusgay she wouldn't let me out of it.Mike has an appt today for a specialist.  Cross you fingers for us.  I have 5 miles on the schedule, maybe or maybe not.  The only good news, I finished xmas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113387218645833592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113387218645833592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtoorlando.blogspot.com/2005/12/body-fat.html' title='body fat'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08046236171124361416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00828384710719074337'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309266.post-113375481539479164</id><published>2005-12-04T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T22:53:35.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>off plan</title><summary type='text'>Today did not go as planned at all.  Mike is so sick, he didn't get out of bed all day and at one point we talked about going to the hospital.  If we had someone to watch Iz, we probably would have.  But we decided to wait until tomorrow.  Anyway, I was on Iz duty all day so no exercise.  And we were scrounge eating so I ate like CRAP.  I hate days like this.  I hope tomorrow is better and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113375481539479164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113375481539479164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtoorlando.blogspot.com/2005/12/off-plan.html' title='off plan'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08046236171124361416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00828384710719074337'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309266.post-113356421211960455</id><published>2005-12-02T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T17:56:52.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HH Week 4, Workout 2</title><summary type='text'>Exercise: What: walkDistance: 5 milesTime: 88 minMin/Mile: 17.6  I did this walk on the treadmill.  I warmed up for  .25 miles, walked at 3.6 mph (16:40 min/mile) and a 1% grade for 4.5 miles, then cooled down over another 0.25 miles.  I wanted to take it fairly easy since I am still recovering from my sore throat and sinus gunk.  Sunday is 7 miles.  It is supposed to be warm and rainy, I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113356421211960455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113356421211960455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtoorlando.blogspot.com/2005/12/hh-week-4-workout-2.html' title='HH Week 4, Workout 2'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08046236171124361416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00828384710719074337'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309266.post-113348456274371704</id><published>2005-12-01T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T19:49:22.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no workout</title><summary type='text'>I had 4.5 miles on the calendar today but it isn't going to happen.  We finally took Iz back to the doc this morning (still has an ear infection) and both Mike and I are feeling poorly too.  I came home early and laid down.  I hope that I can get a good nights sleep tonight and feel well enough tomorrow to do the 4.5 miles.Some good news, we discovered an AMAZING mexican restaurant close to our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113348456274371704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113348456274371704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtoorlando.blogspot.com/2005/12/no-workout.html' title='no workout'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08046236171124361416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00828384710719074337'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309266.post-113340854355715631</id><published>2005-11-30T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T22:42:23.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>soup review</title><summary type='text'>I keep forgetting to mention that I tried this recipe for panera bread black bean soup.  This is the best black bean soup I have ever eaten, it even beats panera's hands down.  Wow, I will be making this for the rest of my life.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113340854355715631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113340854355715631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtoorlando.blogspot.com/2005/11/soup-review.html' title='soup review'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08046236171124361416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00828384710719074337'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309266.post-113340687556954450</id><published>2005-11-30T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T22:14:35.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>strength training</title><summary type='text'>I worked out with the trainer and my friend this morning.  Ouch!  It was hard and now I am very sore.  I was supposed to do 3 miles tonight, but I didn't have time.  Mike worked out on the treadmill instead and did 3.5.  It looks like he is going to Disney with me now!  I hope he will help me keep up to pace.  But getting all our workouts in is going to be tricky.  I hope it gets warmer again so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113340687556954450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309266/posts/default/113340687556954450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtoorlando.blogspot.com/2005/11/strength-training_30.html' title='strength training'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08046236171124361416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00828384710719074337'/></author></entry></feed>