<?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-4035105297507431450</id><updated>2012-02-01T16:53:59.625-08:00</updated><category term='Faust Motel'/><title type='text'>Ruby's Mom Racing</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog about Ruby and her frazzled triathlete mom, Amy Farrell, and their crazy adventures through life with their family, friends, and awesome pets!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-5769848283759909185</id><published>2011-12-29T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T08:50:56.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgMiu-Mu8Ow/TvyaVkEirfI/AAAAAAAAALI/BMenNKebjVE/s1600/CIMG0696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgMiu-Mu8Ow/TvyaVkEirfI/AAAAAAAAALI/BMenNKebjVE/s320/CIMG0696.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691593724340121074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pure Ruby-&lt;br /&gt;On the way to practice today she told me "I just can't ski slow. It's just not me to not ski fast. I love my friends but when they ask me to slow down and ski with them I have to be honest and tell them I'll try to slow down, but it probably won't work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-never tell Ruby you've read this. I recently found myself in hot water for posting a comment she made about thinking she'll be a nerd in high school on facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-5769848283759909185?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/5769848283759909185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2011/12/quote-of-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/5769848283759909185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/5769848283759909185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2011/12/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day...'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgMiu-Mu8Ow/TvyaVkEirfI/AAAAAAAAALI/BMenNKebjVE/s72-c/CIMG0696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-8856476703346127250</id><published>2011-12-28T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T20:59:16.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruby Turns 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 10:57pm on 12/28/11 and I'm looking back at baby pictures of my now 8 year old. If I look for more than 30 seconds at a time I well up and sob-How did this happen? When did she become a BIG kid? When I gave her hug before bed I said "exactly 8 years ago I finally regained the feeling in my arms and got to hold you." Began to well up again so I told her I loved her and said good night and ran away. And now I've stepped back in time with these damn pictures and all the amazing moments Ruby has given us in 8 short years. The power of parenthood is frightening at times, the entire time I was pregnant with Ruby I was crippled by thoughts of things going wrong. When she came out with all her fingers and toes I sighed a huge sigh of relief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving back from Grandma's today she asked her usual million questions and then took a nap, while she was napping I realized how much all of those questions have shaped her. Not only questions of me, but of all of the people in her life. She's always been dragged on buses full of crazed teenagers, out to ski where little girls shouldn't ski, to do mile repeats with 4 dogs in the baby jogger and she's taken it all in and made it pure Ruby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4fYoGZvLfA0/TvvqIgL6naI/AAAAAAAAALA/32HGAwZkAZs/s1600/IMGA0570.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4fYoGZvLfA0/TvvqIgL6naI/AAAAAAAAALA/32HGAwZkAZs/s320/IMGA0570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691399985912520098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nOS_T-7pZVE/TvvqIWP78VI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Qzo9uGHerw4/s1600/IMGA0225.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nOS_T-7pZVE/TvvqIWP78VI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Qzo9uGHerw4/s320/IMGA0225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691399983245029714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8azCmrllSaA/TvvqIC-bjBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/nDM-xJ2eXRc/s1600/IMGA0109.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8azCmrllSaA/TvvqIC-bjBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/nDM-xJ2eXRc/s320/IMGA0109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691399978071329810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtH83tvbVbo/TvvqH9gNmlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hcRI63LIkDY/s1600/IMGA0126.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtH83tvbVbo/TvvqH9gNmlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hcRI63LIkDY/s320/IMGA0126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691399976602409554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WVuqCx9_YSc/TvvqHpsYr1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ElQAJWxsNEc/s1600/IMGA0053.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WVuqCx9_YSc/TvvqHpsYr1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ElQAJWxsNEc/s320/IMGA0053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691399971284758354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-8856476703346127250?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/8856476703346127250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2011/12/ruby-turns-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/8856476703346127250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/8856476703346127250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2011/12/ruby-turns-8.html' title='Ruby Turns 8'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4fYoGZvLfA0/TvvqIgL6naI/AAAAAAAAALA/32HGAwZkAZs/s72-c/IMGA0570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-7107806600218841037</id><published>2011-08-06T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T14:17:24.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crawling Out Of The Hole...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NFQVuzHZsyA/Tj2vS4vF-6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LM9VAtk6RpU/s1600/CIMG1052.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NFQVuzHZsyA/Tj2vS4vF-6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LM9VAtk6RpU/s320/CIMG1052.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637855047540145058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday one of my friends said, "if you're committed to something you just behave better." This comment is resonating with me. For the last 18 months I've been working out primarily to stay sane and tire out the pack. I've had ideas of goals throughout this time, but just haven't been able to get my act together to make a plan, stick to it, take care of my body and stay healthy. I finally got tired of bitching and moaning about missing my badassedness and decided it was time to get off my ass and get it back! As I don't feel like I have the time for Ironman or even half Ironman races, the marathon was an easy choice. There's also 5 months left to hit an Olympic Trials qualifying mark, but that's a secondary goal to finding the badassedness. I found a great coach and have recruited a couple of top notch training partners, NCAA Champ Wendy Pavlus &amp;amp; NYS 400 Hurdle Champ Kyla Kenyon, and am crawling out the hole I slowly jogged myself into.  It's amazing how great it feels to challenge myself again, how excited I get when I check out the next week's plan, how willing I am to invite the girls to kick my ass once or twice a week! Being committed to running the best marathon I can makes me a little bit more conscious about everything I do from eating, to parenting, to cleaning motel rooms. I'm definitely feeling renewed and relieved that it's not all over, that I can train properly for this race, learn from past mistakes, and see what I've got!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-7107806600218841037?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/7107806600218841037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2011/08/crawling-out-of-hole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/7107806600218841037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/7107806600218841037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2011/08/crawling-out-of-hole.html' title='Crawling Out Of The Hole...'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NFQVuzHZsyA/Tj2vS4vF-6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LM9VAtk6RpU/s72-c/CIMG1052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-7323786620020049421</id><published>2011-03-26T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T09:21:13.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Beloved Running Sisters....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DZv79E-pZ8Y/TY4R-ar4RQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uGevUAxp4Is/s1600/SD530902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DZv79E-pZ8Y/TY4R-ar4RQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uGevUAxp4Is/s320/SD530902.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588423951626290434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I ran away from Handy Suites this morning, where my beautiful daughter was ill and sad about missing our first family ski vacation, I felt strangely calm about having a grip on the situation. As most of you know, I'm kind of a freak. Fortunately, as I've aged you have helped to tame the freak in some situations! While I was cruising along I spotted a group of spandex-clad girls shuffling away from the St. Michael's campus laughing and chatting in the sun. It brought a tear to my eye as I thought of all the runs through Ogdensburg, Canton, Lake Placid, Tupper Lake, Arizona, or New Hampshire with my own groups of happy running girls, where the running part is almost an after thought.  All the miles spent solving problems, hatching tremendous plans, laughing so hard we pee our pants have made us who we are today-women who find the positive in seriously yucky situations, women who understand just how precious it is to simply get out the door, women who can remain strangely calm when their first family ski trip gets puked on! Thank you ladies for everything you have taught me, it was great running with you this morning! The St. Michael's girls greatly appreciated getting passed by an old woman:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-7323786620020049421?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/7323786620020049421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-my-beloved-running-sisters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/7323786620020049421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/7323786620020049421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-my-beloved-running-sisters.html' title='To My Beloved Running Sisters....'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DZv79E-pZ8Y/TY4R-ar4RQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uGevUAxp4Is/s72-c/SD530902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-600155381853894085</id><published>2011-01-09T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T19:20:14.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take advantage of the fearlessness in toddlers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TSp64gDIV8I/AAAAAAAAAJs/wRADjSUqBw8/s1600/168999_1817298354808_1310606343_2186936_6195007_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TSp64gDIV8I/AAAAAAAAAJs/wRADjSUqBw8/s320/168999_1817298354808_1310606343_2186936_6195007_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560391801036625858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and strap a pair of skis on their little feet! Since the first few weeks of her life when she was bundled up and strapped into a baby jogger Ruby has been carted all over the Adirondacks, so the minute we could get her on skis we went for it! Over the last couple of seasons I've been had too many grinning from ear to ear days chasing the lucky little brat down slopes to count. Ruby gets to live out all our childhood dreams-including my childhood dream of being a pizza eating triathlete!  Today Ruby and one of her friends kept begging me to take them into a trail in the woods so they could point it down a nice steep chute, only they didn't need to beg because it was so awesome watching them squealing and flying down the hill. It's amazing the terrain she can handle and the endurance that she has-hopefully it will keep me young until she's 10 and I really can't keep up! So do your toddlers and yourself a favor and get them to the mountain before they learn what fear is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-600155381853894085?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/600155381853894085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2011/01/take-advantage-of-fearlessness-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/600155381853894085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/600155381853894085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2011/01/take-advantage-of-fearlessness-in.html' title='Take advantage of the fearlessness in toddlers...'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TSp64gDIV8I/AAAAAAAAAJs/wRADjSUqBw8/s72-c/168999_1817298354808_1310606343_2186936_6195007_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-6979304721890468559</id><published>2010-12-23T08:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T08:36:01.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010's List of Awesomeness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN5-LeYnhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8A0RAThJthc/s1600/515271278_1816132060_0.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN5-LeYnhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8A0RAThJthc/s320/515271278_1816132060_0.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553916874617036306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN5-LeYnhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8A0RAThJthc/s1600/515271278_1816132060_0.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the skiing starts all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN5WwcDj4I/AAAAAAAAAJU/mJKhKBB0whs/s1600/CIMG0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN5WwcDj4I/AAAAAAAAAJU/mJKhKBB0whs/s320/CIMG0054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553916197344612226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN5WwcDj4I/AAAAAAAAAJU/mJKhKBB0whs/s1600/CIMG0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We completed the pack with Chance-the second greatest running dog of all time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN5GxstDyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/e_JwQ-uMk_w/s1600/CIMG0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN5GxstDyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/e_JwQ-uMk_w/s320/CIMG0014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553915922804969250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN5GxstDyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/e_JwQ-uMk_w/s1600/CIMG0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wendy won her 3rd NCAA title!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN4vtW8y-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/olrf9I06Tho/s1600/CIMG0584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN4vtW8y-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/olrf9I06Tho/s320/CIMG0584.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553915526502992866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN4vtW8y-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/olrf9I06Tho/s1600/CIMG0584.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amy ran a marathon with her BFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN4TEDSgWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/i3itrq2TTe4/s1600/CIMG0482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN4TEDSgWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/i3itrq2TTe4/s320/CIMG0482.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553915034378338658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN4TEDSgWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/i3itrq2TTe4/s1600/CIMG0482.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We showed Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa some of the ADKs most beautiful spots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN34MdFFbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AFMaEsTzW6U/s1600/CIMG0365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN34MdFFbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AFMaEsTzW6U/s320/CIMG0365.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553914572777526706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN34MdFFbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AFMaEsTzW6U/s1600/CIMG0365.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kevin finished Elm St!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN3n23n5KI/AAAAAAAAAIs/yjhB0da6gGA/s1600/CIMG0271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN3n23n5KI/AAAAAAAAAIs/yjhB0da6gGA/s320/CIMG0271.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553914292105372834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN3n23n5KI/AAAAAAAAAIs/yjhB0da6gGA/s1600/CIMG0271.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bandit got muddy and Quenton got old:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN3TJEMraI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZNx4ugb5gj8/s1600/CIMG0418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN3TJEMraI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZNx4ugb5gj8/s320/CIMG0418.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553913936212700578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN3TJEMraI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZNx4ugb5gj8/s1600/CIMG0418.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We enjoyed the sites in our new hometown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN2hfD9KtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Sigb4qIZw18/s1600/CIMG0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN2hfD9KtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Sigb4qIZw18/s320/CIMG0166.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553913083123804882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN2hfD9KtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Sigb4qIZw18/s1600/CIMG0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ruby graduated from Kindergarten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN2OBilZ1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/1jLD9lx8sdQ/s1600/CIMG0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN2OBilZ1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/1jLD9lx8sdQ/s320/CIMG0112.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553912748781692754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN2OBilZ1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/1jLD9lx8sdQ/s1600/CIMG0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We bought a motel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN1nr-PdxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/XyMY0JJwI8Y/s1600/CIMG0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN1nr-PdxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/XyMY0JJwI8Y/s320/CIMG0090.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553912090157086482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN1nr-PdxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/XyMY0JJwI8Y/s1600/CIMG0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We drove to New Hampshire so Ruby could finish a 1000 meter race and Amy could dnf and get hypothermia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN1PInVcMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/yPb4pe7m4ak/s1600/519411750_1831694920_497845969_1272146050691.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN1PInVcMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/yPb4pe7m4ak/s320/519411750_1831694920_497845969_1272146050691.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553911668348907714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN1PInVcMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/yPb4pe7m4ak/s1600/519411750_1831694920_497845969_1272146050691.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kevin killed and stuffed this bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN1DmlHS3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Q2AppM1k5Cc/s1600/61606-119-029f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN1DmlHS3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Q2AppM1k5Cc/s320/61606-119-029f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553911470234225522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN1DmlHS3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Q2AppM1k5Cc/s1600/61606-119-029f.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amy won Duathlon Nationals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN0pYClzbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-4488C6PTbc/s1600/512026509_1803870282_0.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN0pYClzbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-4488C6PTbc/s320/512026509_1803870282_0.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553911019654729138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN0pYClzbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-4488C6PTbc/s1600/512026509_1803870282_0.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We adopted Roxy-the greatest running dog in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN0dH6XuCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zIlA2iLlMp8/s1600/497642681_1749031139_0.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN0dH6XuCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zIlA2iLlMp8/s320/497642681_1749031139_0.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553910809166854178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN0dH6XuCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zIlA2iLlMp8/s1600/497642681_1749031139_0.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wendy was name Tupper Lake's Athlete of the Decade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN0GKpfe4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/FHaUmuzZGXk/s1600/504398398_1774714729_0.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN0GKpfe4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/FHaUmuzZGXk/s320/504398398_1774714729_0.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553910414764374914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruby became even more of a badass on skis tearing up almost every trail at Whiteface by the end of April!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4035105297507431450-6979304721890468559?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/6979304721890468559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010s-list-of-awesomeness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/6979304721890468559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/6979304721890468559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010s-list-of-awesomeness.html' title='2010&apos;s List of Awesomeness'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TRN5-LeYnhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8A0RAThJthc/s72-c/515271278_1816132060_0.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-3413864619243459973</id><published>2010-12-11T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T04:43:45.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TQNx-SriwqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Hn6Iv6O8Yjg/s1600/CIMG0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TQNx-SriwqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Hn6Iv6O8Yjg/s320/CIMG0068.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549404480830882466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...www.petfinder.com to find the perfect pair of running dogs&lt;div&gt;...saucony for making the xodus 2.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...the guy who plows the sidewalks in tupper lake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...my husband, parents, friends, neighbors, and faithful runner girls who babysit, Faustsit, dogsit and inspire me to get my ass in gear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...jenn for strength and flexibility that have tamed my sciatic nerve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...petra for giving me the opportunity to take on this wonderful business and live in a great place to run&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-3413864619243459973?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/3413864619243459973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/12/thankful-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/3413864619243459973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/3413864619243459973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/12/thankful-for.html' title='Thankful for...'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TQNx-SriwqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Hn6Iv6O8Yjg/s72-c/CIMG0068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-7714044435981001324</id><published>2010-07-30T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T04:18:15.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Season in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It's been a long time since my last entry. It's been a long time since I wasn't running around like a chicken with my head cut off, but that's the way I like it. When I was growing up I was surrounded by constant motion. My parents both have seemingly endless wells of energy-there is always something to paint, lawns to be mowed, second story additions to put on! It's really inspiring to see them refuse to slow down. This summer I tried my best to become Jim and Janet Farrell. The guests who came to the Faust Motel will hopefully tell you I did a pretty good job at getting all my work done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After some mixed racing results on limited training because of the Jim and Janet impersonations, over the next few months I'll try mixing in some more vintage Amy (selfish time running on snowy back roads and hours in front of the TV on the Rainbow Ghostbike) to see if I can get my mojo back. It actually felt good to work really hard at something new and not freak out about not getting as many hours of training in as everybody else. It sucked to go back to Rhode Island hoping to be 15 minutes faster and being 15 minutes slower than last year, but I guess this year wasn't about kicking ass in triathlon. It was about getting my shit together in personal life and making a new business seem like the same old business. It was also about jumping into some new events, having fun, and prepping the pack for another shot at a fast marathon (even dogs need to train to train). Here's a brief recap of 2010:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June 6, 2010 Mooseman 70.3-great trip with my mom and Ruby to New Hampshire, wonderful homestay with our new friend Joanne, hypothermia and a DNF. When we got to the race site of Saturday the sun was shining, water seemed warm, and Ruby had a great time in the kids race. After a restless night of sleep we came back to the race site and found it chilly and starting to spit rain. The announcer kept suggesting we leave extra clothes by the bike, I ignored him and paid dearly. The swim was worse than I expected but after a solid spring of riding I was excited to get out onto the hilly course and play catch up. Instead I froze my ass off and never warmed up. At the end of loop one I pulled over with another female pro and called it a day. My body temp was around 93 so I was relieved to catch a ride in the ambulance they had called for the other woman, who had crashed. They drove us around in the ambulance for quite some time, but eventually were told they couldn't bring us into the transition area so they dumped us at an aid station where we hitchhiked for a ride from a nice local policeman! A highlight of this trip was definitely a stop at a NH State Liquor Store with Janet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June 13, 2010 Lake Placid Half Marathon-After DNF'ing at Mooseman I needed to finish a race and I needed to do it sort of fast. I did a last minute entry into the Lake Placid Half Marathon and was accompanied to the race by my devoted parents, who happened to be in town for Ruby's dance recital. As I scurried to the start I noticed a seriously badass looking woman on the line. When I got closer I realized it was former high school running rockstar Sara Facteau, who repeatedly beat the snot out of most of the girls in New York State in the early 90's-yikes! I decided I would see what I could do and try and hang with her. As we hit the first mile way faster than I meant to go I asked what sort of pace she was hoping to run. We were also way faster than she meant to go. I tried to be wise and settle into a reasonable half marathon pace, instead of a fast 5k pace, and let her get away. I hit 5k under 18 minutes and knew it was really time to buckle down and pull hard on the reins! The out and back on River Road was perfect for this as I was easily distracted by looking for friends who were running and cheering for anyone who would listen! When I finally got back out to the ski jump hill the pink singlet was coming back into sight and I was feeling good. As I entered the oval she was heading for the finish-if I'd only had another mile or two! I did walk away feeling better about my training and better about racing in a skirt and I had a new open Half Marathon PR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June 19, 2010 Great Adirondack Trail Run-this was the race I was most excited for this season! I've had friends run it and try to describe the special sort of pain racing up and over mountains can bring a person's legs, but this was even better. As this was my third weekend of racing in a row I was starting to get a little sick and run down, but about an hour in I started to feel great. Lots of stumbling and screeching-next year I know what to expect and how to improve! Probably the best running experience of the summer:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June 25, 2010 Tinman Sprint Triathlon-After not winning a race since Duathlon Nationals I was starting to doubt the custom made, non puffy painted Ruby's Mom singlet. I wasn't really planning on racing this weekend as it was our first busy weekend at Faust and I was heading out of town for the St. Lawrence All Starz Wedding of the Century (congrats Amy and Lawton), but when a race goes right by your house it's impossible to pass it up! I was up and out of the water well before Kevin, Ruby and our biker guests thought about waking up. I rode by Faust and nothing! 45 minutes later I rode by again and there was my family, only they didn't seem to notice me-nice! After tripping over my bike on the way into transition I was off and happily running  through my new hometown. I was able to the win, improve my previous best on the course by 9 minutes, and my family showed up to cheer me in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;July 11, 2010 Rhode Island 70.3-racing 4 out of 5 weekends leading up to this race may have been a bad idea. Spending the afternoon playing in the ocean with Ruby, my sister Tammy, and my niece Hillary the day before the race may have been a bad idea. Eating pre-race pizza at a dive called Fat Jack's Pizza Shack may have been a bad idea. Staying with Jen's cousin Carol and Andy was a great idea. I was excited to redeem myself after Mooseman and see if I could still hang with pros but after about 8 minutes in the water I knew it was going to be a long day. I got on the bike and just couldn't get my ass in gear. When my coach, who started in a wave 5 minutes behind me, rode up next to me and passed me it was like she had given me a swift kick in the ass and I sort of held it together for the rest of the ride. When I came into transition 20 minutes slower than I had told Tammy and the girls I had a hard time being positive as I headed out on the run. The only thing that kept me chugging along was seeing Ta and the girls and my run wasn't nearly as bad as my swim and bike-phew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;August 22, 2010 Xterra Lake Placid Trail Run-after a brief hiatus and lots of short dog-filled runs I was eager to try another messy trail run. This course, which went through our old Riki Hill stomping grounds, did not disappoint. Total mess, lots of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;September 16-17, 2010 Reach The Beach Relay-was in SLU Alumni All-Starz withdrawal and 24 hours in a van with the sweetest, smelliest SLU XC alums totally hit the spot. While it sucks to run slow it was just the kick in the ass I needed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;October 22, 2010 Octupperfest Mud Run-a race up Big Tupper and then back down! Ouch! For a solid week-ouch! Awesome lil race, can't wait to attack it next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;October 31, 2010 Hairy Gorilla Half Marathon-the last time I did this race Tammy and I wore real wedding dresses and my poor nephew Sam had to be our groom. This year we were cavewomen and my nephew Mitchell got to be our caveboy. We arrived at the race with about 20 minutes to get our numbers, put on our costumes and stand in the bathroom line-yikes! Ta walked out of the bathroom just as the gun went off and Mitchell spent the first 3 miles leading us through the crowds we started behind! We didn't end up on the news like we did with the wedding dresses, but left with tons of laughs (Tammy ran an extra half mile or so trying to follow me onto the half marathon course, instead of following her son to the finish of the Squirelly 6 mile finish).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;November 7th 2010 Manchester Marathon-When my BFF Alison got closed out of the Philly Marathon I got the idea that maybe I needed to accompany her to whatever race she found to take it's place. Manchester turned out to be a much needed girls weekend! With cool temps in the forecast Alison found us some lovely throw away sweatshirts to start the race in. We found a 13 year old boy to run with and he proved to be perfect motivation as she dropped him around mile 23 when she started to get sick of the sound of his footsteps and she pr'ed by 5 minutes! If you ever get the chance to run a marathon with one of your bestest friends in the whole world do it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-7714044435981001324?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/7714044435981001324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/07/season-in-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/7714044435981001324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/7714044435981001324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/07/season-in-review.html' title='A Season in Review'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-1226584546822778622</id><published>2010-07-08T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T05:29:20.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faust Motel'/><title type='text'>Telepathic blogging for moms on the run!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TEwpld3_onI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5B_kRLjz1ZQ/s1600/CIMG0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TEwpld3_onI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5B_kRLjz1ZQ/s320/CIMG0322.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497814968763916914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TEwpkTCNEaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/RehW9mEk7vc/s1600/CIMG0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TEwpkTCNEaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/RehW9mEk7vc/s320/CIMG0130.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497814948674081186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone been getting my telepathic blog entries over the past few weeks? Race updates, life updates, dog updates-I've been sending them out during my swims, bikes, and runs. If you aren't getting them-I've been busy, very very busy! One week in May amongst the craziness of being Ruby's mom, teaching, and training I made some huge decisions-I got my Pro license for triathlon, put an offer in on a motel, and started seeing my ex-husband. Big stuff! Huge stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After performing  well at Duathlon Nationals I decided it was ok to try and race pro this season and it would allow me a little bit more flexibility in planning my season, the only thing I forgot is that any 70.3 race I get into I would be swimming alone and then have to cycle for my life before I could put my running shoes on! The race round up will follow soon:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought a small motel with 5 cute little cabins circa 1955 and a cute little brick house circa 1978. My house in Saranac Lake was on the market again and I had started looking at houses in Tupper Lake when Faust Motel popped up and I snagged it! I know the whole thing seems very random, but for 5 years I've been driving by another motel with cabins, that has been for sale, saying, "that's where I'm going to host my running and triathlon camps." I never bought that one because it was twice as much as Faust and half as charming. We took over June 12th and have been having a great time meeting people, cleaning rooms, and moving out of the nightmare on Elm St so tenants could move in. The cabins each have 2 very basic, very clean rooms and if it weren't for the TV's one would think they are walking into a 1955 motel room in perfect condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we started Ruby, my assistant manager, was going to be the window washing girl, but quickly realized she likes scrubbing toilets a lot better-she will leave here with a serious set of skills! She has had so much fun making friends with everyone who comes through. I think she especially likes making friends our European customers and showing off her sweet trampolining skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have this maintenance man/on-site bike mechanic that's been hanging around helping us out too. I call him Kevin 2.0 and he's the new and improved version of the man I married in 2002. He is almost as good as Ruby at making friends with our guests as he talks bikes (motor and bi), shows off his new 1986 Chevy pickup, and grills like a madman! He's gotten a chance to do it all here at Faust as Ruby and I have had some busy weekends racing out of town. Kevin 2.0 is proof that if you persevere you can become exactly who you want to be. He just had a marathon couple of weeks finishing the Elm St house, but it's done and tenants are in and now he can sleep for a week or two!  After 3 years of being separated it's amazing how much better we have become at communicating and being friends.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huge Things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-1226584546822778622?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/1226584546822778622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/07/telepathic-blogging-for-moms-on-run.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/1226584546822778622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/1226584546822778622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/07/telepathic-blogging-for-moms-on-run.html' title='Telepathic blogging for moms on the run!'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/TEwpld3_onI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5B_kRLjz1ZQ/s72-c/CIMG0322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-6803270761186574181</id><published>2010-05-22T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:56:38.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dreambike-Serotta CXII</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S_h5Jv0nJfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Z8OlQYuMgfg/s1600/61606-316-030f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S_h5Jv0nJfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Z8OlQYuMgfg/s320/61606-316-030f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474258555431757298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant to write this the other day after a 1 hour ride on my old red road bike when I felt like I was being stabbed in the delt. In 4 and half hours on my custom Serotta CXII a couple of days before this pain was not there, but 1 hour on the wrong bike and yowzy! The truth is I love my Serotta! Love like you love the comfort and coziness of your bed after a long day of barking orders at high school kids, love. From the moment I laid my eyes on it, I knew it was my baby. I've ridden everything-aluminum, carbon, titanium-multiples of each material and the carbon/steel combo is dreamy. It's not that I don't think big carbon aerodynamic bikes aren't cool, but after a quick trip to Lake Placid the other day I was reminded that if your bike doesn't fit and you aren't fit there's no possible way to be aerodynmic on the bike. Tons of shims take that aero bike away from it's original state and original point. The fact that this bike was made precisely for me is also dreamy-nagging aches and pains no more, I can stay aero comfortably for hours! After being blown off of bike courses from crosswinds and nearly bucked off by crappy roads I'm a huge fan of keeping it simple. I'm not the most stable rider, I'm downright twitchy to be honest and on this bike wind, logging trucks, hills, and rough roads are not a problem because it's so stable and powerful. Which means I get to be stable and powerful to go really really fast! Perfect fit, perfect mix of materials, and perfect frame construction from Serotta are my CXII-simple!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-6803270761186574181?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/6803270761186574181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-dreambike-serotta-cxii.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/6803270761186574181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/6803270761186574181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-dreambike-serotta-cxii.html' title='My Dreambike-Serotta CXII'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S_h5Jv0nJfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Z8OlQYuMgfg/s72-c/61606-316-030f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-2072394003965102396</id><published>2010-05-10T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T18:51:31.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Dogs Just Know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S-i4HHqWP3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/6OdmUBpCpmk/s1600/515889628_1818431144_494164634_1272146103643.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S-i4HHqWP3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/6OdmUBpCpmk/s320/515889628_1818431144_494164634_1272146103643.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469824179896729458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes they chew through your daughter's Smartcycle cord. But it's the times when they surprise me by being especially sweet or considerate that I think-wow that dog really gets it! When I started teaching Adaptive Physical Education I brought Quenton into school to play therapy dog, and except for that one time when he shredded that playground ball, he went from my crazed puppy to a calm cool collected gentleman as soon as he hit school grounds. After Ruby was born we sent home some of her clothes for the dogs to smell so they wouldn't eat her and when she came home Bandit was so gentle and treated her like her own little baby. When I moved to Jen's for a year Q knew that Ruby and I needed extra spooning and he would have get used to falling asleep in my death grip. Roxy, sweet baby Roxy must've known that it was time for an easy, quiet dog to make my heart burst with pride when people remark about how gentle and well behaved she is. She has also been the best little runner from the first day we hit the trail-she knew what I needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other morning I was running with the whole pack when we happened upon someone meditating. I was startled but the pack just ran right by him and left him alone! They never leave people alone on the trail unless they've been out there for hours, I really felt like they knew it was best to leave him alone and let him meditate. Then on the way back Roxy decided he needed 2 tiny paws to the back and Bandit gave him a bark-I guess they didn't know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-2072394003965102396?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/2072394003965102396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes-dogs-just-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/2072394003965102396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/2072394003965102396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes-dogs-just-know.html' title='Sometimes Dogs Just Know...'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S-i4HHqWP3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/6OdmUBpCpmk/s72-c/515889628_1818431144_494164634_1272146103643.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-2873305446171069160</id><published>2010-04-26T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T06:12:30.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duathlon National Championships Highlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S9WRHXwU7bI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qNGHZDw_qKU/s1600/GetAttachment-3.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S9WRHXwU7bI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qNGHZDw_qKU/s320/GetAttachment-3.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464433278705790386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S9WRG54424I/AAAAAAAAAGk/AHPl-9ZZsbU/s1600/GetAttachment-2.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S9WRG54424I/AAAAAAAAAGk/AHPl-9ZZsbU/s320/GetAttachment-2.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464433270688635778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S9WRGg2x9uI/AAAAAAAAAGc/m8LFCKX3kSs/s1600/GetAttachment-1.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S9WRGg2x9uI/AAAAAAAAAGc/m8LFCKX3kSs/s320/GetAttachment-1.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464433263968909026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raced the Duathlon National Championships this weekend-hit my goals square on the head, felt pretty awesome and proved that winning my age group last year wasn't a fluke after the freight train debacle. Phew, I'm not really sure if I would have gone through with trying to race pro for the rest of the season if I didn't win this race. Good thing it went as planned! Here are some Highlights from the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Most Insight from a 6 year old-&lt;br /&gt;During the 4 hour drive to Aunt Kim's Ruby and I had a lot of time to talk and sing. The best conversation we had was when she woke up from a lovely hour nap and informed me that Earth Day should be everyday and that we all need to feel lucky to have the Earth while we have it and we need to take good care of it to make it last longer. Then she listed some of the ways we can help the environment-by not driving so much because the gases from our cars go up into the air and get trapped in clouds and then come back down in rain and kill plants and ruin lakes and rivers, by not using lead sinkers when we fish because they kills plants and fish, by not pulling grass out of the ground, and by turning off all the lights we don't need we can save a lot of energy! &lt;br /&gt;Best Pre-flight Distraction-&lt;br /&gt;When they brought me to the airport Ruby and I sat on different sides of a glass partition and talked to each other on the phone for 15 minutes and I explained to her that this is what it's like for people in jail-what a fun game!&lt;br /&gt;Nicest Sight for Sore Eyes/BFF to the Rescue-&lt;br /&gt;I made it to Virginia and pretended to be calm waiting in the airport for Jenny. I hadn't seen since she drove away from my house in August, so when she finally walked around the corner I ran up to her, gave her the biggest hug and then I just stared at her for a little while to make sure she was really there. She was and she really enjoyed the beautiful Econolodge I found for us on the Midlothian Turnpike. It took 4 tries to find a suitable non-smoking room, but we did it and we will live to tell about it!&lt;br /&gt;Best Magic Potion-&lt;br /&gt;Coach Martha promised-I'll be sprinkling invisible go-fast glitter dust on you during your race. she did and it worked&lt;br /&gt;Best Cheer-&lt;br /&gt;On the phone with Ruby before the race Jen asked her what she should cheer at me when I went by Ruby suggested, "RUN LIKE A MONKEY!" This was one of my favorite things to yell at teammates at SLU and for some reason she knows this and likes it. &lt;br /&gt;Best Pre-Race Laugh-&lt;br /&gt;On race morning I got a text from Kevin that said "kick ass! Ride like you stole it! Run like ur running from me! haha!" it's good when people make you laugh before races:)&lt;br /&gt;Worst Foot In Mouth Comment to someone from USAT-&lt;br /&gt;I like the duathlon scene, it has a good vibe, a little bit more relaxed than triathlon. Less of a flexing contest.&lt;br /&gt;Funniest Post-race Field Trip-&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling through Colonial Williamsburg on aching weary legs&lt;br /&gt;Best Comment about Amy becoming less of a basket case at races-&lt;br /&gt;I used to have this panic about things going wrong at races, I don't really get that anymore because things just sort of work out. -Jenny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-2873305446171069160?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/2873305446171069160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/04/duathlon-national-championships.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/2873305446171069160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/2873305446171069160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/04/duathlon-national-championships.html' title='Duathlon National Championships Highlights'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S9WRHXwU7bI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qNGHZDw_qKU/s72-c/GetAttachment-3.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-4642048142155607717</id><published>2010-04-19T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T04:43:31.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning To Suck It Up &amp; Move On</title><content type='html'>I don't think I ever gave racing parents enough credit when I first started out-I remember always wondering how they could race at a high level but figuring they must have nanny's or amazing overworked spouses. I know I thought it must be a juggling act, but I never realized how much. The minute I realized I was pregnant I gave up swimming and mostly just ran ran ran to my hearts content. It had been a long time since I didn't have to get in 2 or 3 workouts a day and could do whatever I wanted. One of my triathlete friends was also pregnant at the time and didn't take her time off as seriously as I did so when I turned to her 10 miles into a bike ride and said I had heartburn from the 3 hotdogs I'd eaten before we took off she looked at me like I had 2 heads, but without a race in sight and an alien having taken over my body I didn't see any reason to push it. This was the first time I had to learn to suck up my natural instinct to be aggressive and worry about what my competitors were doing and just enjoy moving as much as possible. I was hesitant to get back into triathlon at a high level because I knew how hard it was to reach my training and racing goals when all I had to worry about was one dog, how could I do it with a baby, a husband, a track team and two dogs? More often than not life gets in the way of the plans we make to achieve our goals. That's why I started back with marathoning, because it was uncharted territory so I wouldn't constantly compare to what I had done 5 or 6 or 8 years ago and it also wouldn't take away as much time from the family as triathlon. While the marathon year was fun and everything, lining up next 95 pounders floating through 6 minute mile after 6 minute mile was discouraging and tore my legs up like nothing I have ever done! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had sorted a few things out in my personal life and almost gotten over the sciatic nerve injury from 2 marathons in 7 weeks it was time to get my ass back on bike and experiment. Knowing that training and racing time wouldn't come as easy as they did in my 20's last years was an experimental year-I would train as much as I could and do a few half ironmans and see what happened. I didn't really follow a schedule and things went pretty well, so this year I've been getting guidance and key workouts from Martha Grinnell, the woman who taught me how to be a triathlete at 22, trying to complete what I can, and getting in as many hours I can. Between my family and friends and Kevin on Ruby duty I had been getting in enough to stay sane and feel ok about the prospect of racing pro this season. Ruby and I spent much of spring break with my sisters who were more than happy to send me out on runs and rides or take field trips to their local pools. I felt really good about getting my first bigger week in and saved Friday and Saturday for my long run and ride, we kicked off Friday with a trip to Whiteface and I immediately got a pit in my gut that the training plans for the weekend were heading out the window. Needless to say, instead of getting 6 hours of training in over those 2 days I got in 1 crazed 1 hour run followed by a rather dramatic meltdown because I was certain I couldn't race at the level I want to if I can't train at the level I want to. My support team responded quickly and despite trying to dig my heals in about how impossible it all was they convinced me that sometimes we just have to suck it up and move on. Extract the awesome parts, be grateful for them and just do our best. Martha, besides being a great coach, is an even better psychiatrist and always has the perfect words of wisdom and encouragement to help me put things into perspective. This time was no different and with a lot of help from Ruby, Kevin, and our wonderful daycare provider, Kelli, I cowboyed up and had my best week of training in 7 or 8 years! Suck it up and move on, suck it up and move on:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-4642048142155607717?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/4642048142155607717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/04/learning-to-suck-it-up-move-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/4642048142155607717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/4642048142155607717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/04/learning-to-suck-it-up-move-on.html' title='Learning To Suck It Up &amp; Move On'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-5269816087256816912</id><published>2010-04-09T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T19:50:12.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Easter We Had To Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S8UqrjePmbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SLievg8sVc8/s1600/SD533113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S8UqrjePmbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SLievg8sVc8/s320/SD533113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459817051001428402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S8Up0dKB9RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Bs2xvMoJA-A/s1600/SD533110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S8Up0dKB9RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Bs2xvMoJA-A/s320/SD533110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459816104413230354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S8Upz8TdgJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bPtMDNyGAsQ/s1600/SD533112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S8Upz8TdgJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bPtMDNyGAsQ/s320/SD533112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459816095594414226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S8UlUBrwh_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/cfXnp1HrHzw/s1600/SD533114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S8UlUBrwh_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/cfXnp1HrHzw/s320/SD533114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459811149236176882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S8UlT9lNbfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Vr92G4sivT8/s1600/SD533104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S8UlT9lNbfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Vr92G4sivT8/s320/SD533104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459811148134968818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S78XqGrgxVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/kegEuUOKLaM/s1600/512024091_1803860923_490139030_1270080929467.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S78XqGrgxVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/kegEuUOKLaM/s320/512024091_1803860923_490139030_1270080929467.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458107285511390546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After starting our spring break finding the perfect new running buddy, Ruby and I decided to hit the road and go visit my sisters and their families for a few days. Our first leg was a short trip to Clifton Park, normally short unless your 6 year old is speaking in "blah" and "fart" non-stop and quizzing you about what she's saying! I don't know how people travel with more than one child-a chorus of the abc's in "blah"-ouch! So we spent a few days at Aunt Ta Ta's house playing and training. Roxy made friends with a cat cousin who is bigger than her-pretty uneventful time in the burbs highlighted by a couple of great runs and rides at the Saratoga Battlefield. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby and I crammed cousin Hillary into the car on with Quenton and Bandit and hopped onto the Thruway for  Easter weekend at Aunt Kim's in Lansing.  When we arrive it was wine and hot tub time-so when Hillary quietly told Ruby she wanted to go home to her family I had to explain that Aunt Kim had forced me to drink a glass of wine so I couldn't drive her the 3 and half hours home. She held it together and soldiered on! It was shortly after the hot tub that we started to notice ants, tiny tiny ants sneaking out here and there-no biggy we carried on planning our adventures not worrying about the little creepers. The next day our parents arrived-yay! Whenever Jim Farrell visits any of our homes projects usually ensue whether we like it or not, so usually we try our best to get him to chill out and enjoy himself. It was a beautiful day and we were enjoying the sunshine on the back deck watching Hillary and Ruby dredge the little pond when they could keep it dog free and coloring Easter eggs. It got so warm that we decided to pull the umbrella out.  After some confusion about weighing down the base of the umbrella and a little jerry-rigging we had it set and were enjoying the shade! The wind was picking up but Kim and I both thought-wow, it's working as we headed inside to gather snacks. Two minutes later there was a loud crash, the glass table top was shattered all over the deck and Jim was about to wake up from his nap! We swept furiously and gave the girls instructions for no more bare feet by the hot tub. By the time we thought we'd done a great clean up he was asking for a Shop Vac for the tiny shards of glass we'd missed in the cracks. Farrell=thorough:)  Within 2 hours the table had smashed, we cleaned up, and then he pulled a sheet of plywood out to make a new table top! When Kim couldn't locate any duct tape for the fancy blue plastic table clothe we had to improvise with coordinating blue painters tape. Farrell=industrious:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the family poured in and they (I say they because I still play helpless youngest child busy plotting my next ride and incapable of being domestic) started prepping for the next days big meal. We all went to bed late thinking all was safe, but at some point in the middle of the night I went to the restroom and found the giant plastic bolts on the toilet seat had been removed by elves! Someone must have realized this because when I woke up there were cute notes reminding the 14 people on the house that one of the two toilets could be dangerous and to use with caution. The other discovery on that lovely Easter morn was creepy little ants that had devoured a giant pan of brownies and some delicious candy the Easter bunny had delivered. We laughed, sealed everything in ziploc bags, and decided maybe it was time to go to church and prayer for a little help! As we pulled away I heard one of the 5 dogs howling especially loud but figured our favorite Jewish, dog loving uncle would take care of him. After mass I headed out on a run to let the grown ups start prepping for dinner. When I arrived home I walked into the kitchen to see anyone needed my help and found a kitchen of women who had been visited by a 6 year old face painting monster!  Kim also showed me how the howling hound had escaped via the screen door, it's so nice when dogs can take care of themselves:) Fortunately we made it through the rest of the day only a couple of broken dishes, a few more ants, the normal side effects of giant family meals and a lot of laughs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-5269816087256816912?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/5269816087256816912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-we-had-to-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/5269816087256816912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/5269816087256816912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-we-had-to-laugh.html' title='The Easter We Had To Laugh'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S8UqrjePmbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SLievg8sVc8/s72-c/SD533113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-1858452155890950384</id><published>2010-03-30T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T05:07:05.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck O The Irish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S7HoV0FmuJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FAC29PnbH7s/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S7HoV0FmuJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FAC29PnbH7s/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454396085179431058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S7HoVjHBJNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BCoY6aScecA/s1600/GetAttachment-1.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S7HoVjHBJNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BCoY6aScecA/s320/GetAttachment-1.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454396080621954258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luck or fortuity is a belief in good or bad fortune in life caused by accident or chance, and attributed by some to reasons of faith or superstition, which happens beyond a person's control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Indoor Track ended a couple of weeks ago I've enjoyed more time outside after work to train and play after school. This has led to some great runs and rides where I find myself cruising through some of the most breathtaking spots in the Adirondacks. On Friday I made it up to the potato fields at John Brown's Farm, with the most amazing view of the High Peaks, and I had to stop and take a huge deep breath. I did the same thing at sunrise on Saturday when I reached the top of a climb and turned around to  a pink sky through the trees. Lucky, I feel lucky. When I first graduated from SLU and took my first job in Gouverneur I wasn't sure where I was going-Florida or Cali someplace where triathletes can be tan and frolic outside year-round, but I never thought it would be here. While I've visited so many beautiful places, the proximity to the best grandparents in the world makes it hard to imagine living anywhere else. Life here is slow, but I'm thankful for that. My brain moves fast enough. When I think about Ruby growing up here surrounded by endless outdoor opportunities I'm grateful for that I left the Ogdensburg City Pool 10 summers ago to sell wetsuits and chammy butter in the mountains-lucky kid! Ahhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I'm feeling pretty lucky about right now is the new member of our family-Roxy. If you know me and my dogs, I haven't been blessed with the easiest dogs in the world. I had a well behaved, intelligent dog once, but he followed Quenton out onto some thin ice and never came back. RIP sweet Harry:) I had made up my mind that after these dogs, I would stick to one dream dog to make life a little easier, but then I had a couple of runs where Bandit and Q ended up limping and a lil lame and the search for a new running buddy began. I knew I wanted some sort of herding dog-a Border Collie or Australian Shepard because they like the work and could go all day. It's amazing what gets labeled a Border Collie or Aussie on petfinder.com! Rescue sites, breeders, shelters the internet is so much fun when you're searching for just the right dog. Ruby and I went to hold puppies at our local shelter and within seconds I knew a "puppy" puppy wasn't what we were looking for and I definitely wanted a herding dog. Back to the computer, I broadened the search to my sisters zip codes and hit the jack pot! At first it was a lovely border collie who caught my eye, but then I scrolled down and found her-Roxy the Catahoula Leopard Dog! A leopard print dog? After more research it was a no brainer and we were gonna spend our first day of spring break driving to an adoption clinic to stake our claim! I ran into the store like it was 1985 and there was a new batch of Cabbage Patch Kids being released. I scanned to crates to find Roxy and my heart sank until I got to the final crate and there she was. Phew! The volunteer came over and asked if we'd like to see her and Ruby and I both shouted "YES!" As I carried her away from the crowd I knew we were done for and without asking a single question about her I was telling Ruby we could take her home and my ex husband was filling out the paperwork for me. The vultures were circling and waiting for us to put her back, but lucky timing put us there just in time! She was so calm and relaxed that my sister Tammy and Kevin kept questioning what the puppies were going to be like when the sedatives wore off. Fortunately the sedatives (the volunteers claimed the puppies weren't drugged) have worn off and Roxy is the best puppy I've ever met-house trained in a day, comes when we call her, fits right in with B and Q, and allows Ruby to do whatever she wants. You get the feeling that she realizes she hit the jackpot and feels pretty lucky:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-1858452155890950384?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/1858452155890950384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/03/luck-o-irish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/1858452155890950384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/1858452155890950384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/03/luck-o-irish.html' title='Luck O The Irish'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S7HoV0FmuJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FAC29PnbH7s/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-3541779009944014582</id><published>2010-03-28T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T16:12:43.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Winter Trails</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S68_HkxJ7EI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ramj3g0b7BQ/s1600/SD532049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S68_HkxJ7EI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ramj3g0b7BQ/s320/SD532049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453647073130441794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S68_HLj4dGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/LutEfV65Bik/s1600/SD532053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S68_HLj4dGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/LutEfV65Bik/s320/SD532053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453647066363884642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Railroad tracks and frozen lakes are two of my favorite ways to see the Adirondacks in the winter. I've always loved running on on railroad tracks and beds and I really try not to be intimidated by sharing them with 4 wheelers and snowmobiles. Snowmobiles open up a new system of trails for us in the winter and while I pray for snow to ski, a big part of me gets psyched when I hear the obnoxious beasts zipping by on the railroad tracks a block from my front door. When we moved to Elm Street I happened upon the tracks early one morning and couldn't stop going back to explore on foot or skis further and further in every year. Last week the dogs and I spent entire long run on the tracks discovering ponds and lakes-all three of us grinning foolishly:) A couple of winters ago John and I followed some snowmobile tracks out onto Oseetah Lake for one of my favorite runs in ever, to be chuggin' along surrounded by these mountain views-breath taking! I kept dragging John and Jenny out there so we could play Alaskan Explorers and I'm pretty sure they never got bored with it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-3541779009944014582?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/3541779009944014582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/02/railroad-tracks-and-frozen-lakes-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/3541779009944014582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/3541779009944014582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/02/railroad-tracks-and-frozen-lakes-are.html' title='My Winter Trails'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S68_HkxJ7EI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ramj3g0b7BQ/s72-c/SD532049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-5482174006792781520</id><published>2010-03-10T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T18:43:51.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S5mqTuzuGtI/AAAAAAAAAFE/7yP0g7ukhhM/s1600-h/504398398_1774714729_0.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S5mqTuzuGtI/AAAAAAAAAFE/7yP0g7ukhhM/s320/504398398_1774714729_0.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447572480240523986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S5mqTpzbdCI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vLKGEs3ETGU/s1600-h/504397808_1774712392_482188451_1268361685791.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S5mqTpzbdCI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vLKGEs3ETGU/s320/504397808_1774712392_482188451_1268361685791.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447572478897124386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Ruby dazzled my students with her fearlessness as she strapped on a harness and repeatedly climbed ropes and ladders in the gym like an old pro. The kids couldn't believe how easily she climbed a rope at 15 feet above the gym floor and one of the students said, "the kid's not normal, I've seen her ski." The kid is not normal. As a baby a man who met her called her "magical" and that just kind of stuck. When she was 3 or 4 she was dancing for me and some friends one night when she stopped and said, "whoa I gotta take a break, I'm really hot and when I get really hot I get really magical." Ruby is one of those people who can watch and think about something and then just do it! Hours spent at the pool and on a trail a bike gave her time to figure out swimming and riding a bike. The first time I looked over in the pool and she was playing "lifeguard" with her bff and swimming out to save 7 year old Emma, was such a beautiful sight it made me cry. The same thing happened on the evening when my 4 year old decided it was time to ride her 2 wheeler, so she walked it out into the street, got on and did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby and I have been trying to hit Mt Pisgah and Big Tupper at least a couple of times a week this winter and it's been amazing to see her skiing progress-from her fear on steeps the first day of the season to her choosing the steepest line possible and following her dad off jumps without hesitation. She was so inspired watching Billy Demong race from 24th place to 6th in his first Nordic Combined event at the Olympics we went out for a cross country ski and she started using her own version skate skiing. A few days later we took advantage of NYSEF's Learn to Fly Wednesday's and she learned to ski jump! On the way home she was so enamored by the act of flying down and off a ramp that she couldn't stop saying, "I loved ski jumping so much, I wish I could still be jumping right now!" It was that day that I was certain-what an amazing place to raise a kid:) Ever since the ski jumping episodes she responds to every challenge by stating she's ski jumped she's not afraid of anything. Last night we got to Mount Pisgah just as it had frozen after  a beautiful early spring day, Ruby shoved me off the T-bar because my snowboard was cramping her style and flew down the ice covered slope. After 5 runs like this, her flying like a bat outta hell, me slip sliding away I asked if the ice bothered her at all. She responded by saying, "What do mean? It's just louder than regular snow." Oh yeah, just louder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-5482174006792781520?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/5482174006792781520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-little-beast.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/5482174006792781520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/5482174006792781520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-little-beast.html' title='My Little Beast'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S5mqTuzuGtI/AAAAAAAAAFE/7yP0g7ukhhM/s72-c/504398398_1774714729_0.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-1611212512900419126</id><published>2010-03-10T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:02:27.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Llama Encounter-DEc 4, 2008</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks I was out on a lovely late fall run with my beloved Garbage Hound, Quenton and my bff's beloved Lion Hound, Tucker. We were running on a trail behind the Saranac Lake High School that we've each run on at least 50 times-always with out a leash. Quenton, being a curious Garbage Hound, sometimes gets distracted on runs and requires help to get back to the group. So when Tucker and I were cruising along and noticed Q was missing we did what we always do and went back to get him. If his distraction isn't major-a squirrel or bird- he rejoins us quickly, if it's a biggy-a cat or fresh, hot bag of garbage he likes a little bit of a chase. When we discovered him it looked he had treed a cat, he was barking furiously and a saw some brown fur moving around. As Tucker and I got closer to the scene I saw more brown fur and realized it was not a cat, Quenton had discovered Sasquatch in the middle of the village of Saranac Lake! The thing was shuffling around, it had long brown fur, and was the size of a Snuffleupagus! Tucker stuck to my side like glue, when we realized that Q was barking through the fence at the biggest llama I've ever seen. He just kept circling the tiny pen that was attached to the back of a broken down shed barking at the top of his lungs. Tucker and I gave chase and Q quickly slipped under the cobbed together fence and was face to face with the giant brown monster. These are the parts of subnormal dog ownership that make me ask why he survived getting hit by a tractor trailer 9 years ago? I started to worry that I was never going to get him out on my own, so I decided to go find the owner of what appeared to be a junkyard full of broken down cars with one shed for the llama and another for the humans (the human shed cam complete with a tarp on the roof). As I walked across the driveway I noticed a small mob of neighbors standing at the bottom of the driveway so I asked "do you live here?" And an old man replied, "no, but the guy who does is not going to appreciate this!" No shit! So Tucker and I headed to the front door and I prepared myself to get shot. I'd had a dream the night before that I was in a plane crash but I woke up before the cabin filled with water, so I was convinced today was my day to die and I was probably going to get shot by a gun from at the scary house with a llama hidden in a tiny pen behind the shed. I held Tucker close on a leash now because he's not a subnormal dog and I figured he loved me enough to attack my shooter. I yelled hello a couple dozen times on my way to the door, so they wouldn't be surprised when I finally did knock. I knocked and tightened every muscle in my body, ready to take the shot, and waited. No one came to the door-oh shit, do I leave my now unbeloved Garbage Hound and hope he can someday find his way home?! I've been in some messes with Quenton before, but this was the worst! Suddenly Q was silent! Totally silent and backing away from the llama. For the first time in one of his big messes he looked to me for help-uhn what? He came to the side of the fence by Tuck and I and I clipped his leash on over the fence, passed it to my other hand under the fence, and snuck my baby under the fence to freedom. I've run by a couple times since then, always with dog on leash, and I see the scary shack of a house, I see the junkie cars, I see the shed, what I don't see is the goddamn llama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-1611212512900419126?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/1611212512900419126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/03/llama-encounter-dec-4-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/1611212512900419126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/1611212512900419126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/03/llama-encounter-dec-4-2008.html' title='The Llama Encounter-DEc 4, 2008'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-3691087374342041073</id><published>2010-02-27T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T13:01:33.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TITWDD &amp; My Wolf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S4mFrDKRTnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sDyVuPApv7Q/s1600-h/499904353_1757648023_0.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S4mFrDKRTnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sDyVuPApv7Q/s320/499904353_1757648023_0.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443028599283207794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S4mEzUc-N6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/mnZP55aCyU4/s1600-h/273893036_3266ac3eef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S4mEzUc-N6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/mnZP55aCyU4/s320/273893036_3266ac3eef.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443027641852376994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S4mEzAgEk6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/7vuonlavWbM/s1600-h/wolf-bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S4mEzAgEk6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/7vuonlavWbM/s320/wolf-bunny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443027636496667554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S4mDd6MDvFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ct5dmOyJQPE/s1600-h/499902865_1757642489_477513717_1267295293029.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S4mDd6MDvFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ct5dmOyJQPE/s320/499902865_1757642489_477513717_1267295293029.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443026174513232978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to my parent's this morning the dogs and I stopped at one of our favorite trails and headed out for a quick ski. It was a beautiful morning and I immediately felt calm and started grinning. After being cooped up all week I think the dogs were grinning too. They live to run off leash, don't we all? Ruby and I have been pretty busy with ski lessons, ski jumping, and swimming so this was the first time in a couple weeks that the dogs and I have been out to crash through the woods the way we love to! While skiing and grinning I came up with a diagnosis for what we've been suffering from during the work week-TITWDD (Time In The Woods Definiency Disorder) and it usually makes me run around like a chicken with my head cut off! It was nice to feel calm and not have to think of anything but keeping the dogs in sight and moving forward! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point I got so wrapped up in nothingness that I realized I hadn't heard the dogs in a few minutes and it might be a good idea to give em a holler and regroup. When I turned around to yell Quenton was quietly trotting behind me with half a dead bunny in his mouth-I couldn't stop laughing. The old man seemed so proud to show me his new toy, he carried the back end of that bunny like it was his new born baby. He even let me take a picture of it. You might be thinking-what is wrong with her, the poor bunny is dead, but there's a story behind the laughter. This year I've gotten fixated on turning my indoor track team into a wolfpack. I think it's because I have so many students that wear those awesome wolf t-shirts mixed with the fact the wolves are fast and fierce. For our Sectional Championship last night each athlete recieved a card from with a pic of a wolf and an inspirational quote. These are a couple of the best ones. These cards worked cause the kids channeled their inner wolves and had a great meet. Back to the dog carrying the dead bunny, imagine my surprise when I turn around and he's playing wolf for me carrying half of a dead bunny-very strange Q! When we got closer to the car he ducked into the woods and found a nice place to lay his bunny to rest and jump into car, sat down, and grinned calmly:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-3691087374342041073?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/3691087374342041073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/02/titwdd-my-wolf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/3691087374342041073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/3691087374342041073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/02/titwdd-my-wolf.html' title='TITWDD &amp; My Wolf'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S4mFrDKRTnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sDyVuPApv7Q/s72-c/499904353_1757648023_0.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-2455493291507567478</id><published>2010-02-24T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:48:11.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Awesome Support Team</title><content type='html'>On Monday afternoon I rolled past a friend's house with a car full of children headed to the pool. He asked where they all came from and I replied, "it takes gaggle of children to raise a triathlete." Over the last few weeks of getting back into the swing of triathlon training I have been constantly reminded of this. Last year Ruby finally hit the age where she and her bff, Emma, could accompany me to the pool and play while I got my workout out in. Now whenever we hit the pool we call teh Peer family ahead of time and borrow one or two or three of their girls to come along with us!  My friends and family know me well enough to recognize when I'm starting to unravel and I'm so fortunate that they seem to swoop in just at the right moments. Alison got me out on a morning run when she stayed over and totally got me through a what would have been a long week inside! A couple weeks ago Ruby and I headed to Grandma and Grandpa's for a the weekend after our Friday night track meet and the dogs and I were treated to three great outside runs where I didn't feel panic striken to get back to Ruby. Sensing a touch of crazy in my voice again last week they came to Saranac Lake, took Ruby to the circus and I got to have the nicest long run with Q and Wendy. These are just a few of the acts of kindness and generosity, as well as Ruby putting up with hours in a babyjogger or on a trail a bike or Smartcycle next to me, are what makes it all doable and I'm so grateful! Thanks team-get ready Ironman training is creeping up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-2455493291507567478?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/2455493291507567478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-awesome-support-team.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/2455493291507567478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/2455493291507567478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-awesome-support-team.html' title='My Awesome Support Team'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-2152258986802000254</id><published>2010-02-14T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T19:04:35.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Gonna Recycle This Resolution</title><content type='html'>1/1/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resolve to stop being lazy! To shovel my front walk and keep it clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to start this anti-sloth movement a few days before the new year with the great ice removal project from my front side walk. I also did a great marathon paced run that day and a long run the next. Yesterday I cleared the sidewalk again but only ran 3 easy miles after I dreamt about sore legs and a trip to the massage therapist. In the past year I've rarely been lazy about running, I'd lose my freaking mind if I was. I have bigger things that I've been ignoring-unsettled relationships that are holding me back, a house that needs finishing-I often ignore them instead of tackling them, even though I feel much better when I do. For 2008 I will channel my inner Janet Farrell and be a woman with a smooth sidewalk and an unfettered soul. I'm going to be a woman who uses words like unfettered and mean it. 2008 will be about action and freedom-stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-2152258986802000254?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/2152258986802000254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-gonna-recycle-this-resolution.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/2152258986802000254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/2152258986802000254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-gonna-recycle-this-resolution.html' title='I&apos;m Gonna Recycle This Resolution'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-7687761930184370540</id><published>2010-02-11T14:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T14:55:55.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes of the day</title><content type='html'>I had another awesome day of snowboarding and skiing with my little beast at Big Tupper today. Here are a few of the best quotes of the day: &lt;br /&gt;Ruby-I feel like I NEED to get really good at skiing and snowboarding. I NEED to get down the Mighty Mite on my snowboard without falling! (and she did)&lt;br /&gt;Ruby-My skis are kinda getting chipped up because I go off a lot of crazy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Ruby on the chair lift-Does this mountain have any jumps? Do you think I can do that jump that Daddy did last time, not the baby one I did, but the line he did.&lt;br /&gt;11th Grade Boy-Ms. Farrell, it must be so much fun being your kid. Ruby's really lucky. Me-Thank you, I think it is pretty fun, but Ruby has to put with a lot of my crap to have fun!&lt;br /&gt;Ruby when I asked if we should do a green trail before we leave the mountain-Green is for babies!&lt;br /&gt;Ruby on our way up the lift before our last run-THIS IS GOING TO BE THE BEST RUN EVER! (and it was)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally unrelated to Ruby but another great quote of the day came from my BFFL Jenny, who before she was a struggling grad student was a finicky food and wine connoisseur-You know who has good boxed wine? Target! Really they've won awards for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-7687761930184370540?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/7687761930184370540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/02/quotes-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/7687761930184370540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/7687761930184370540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/02/quotes-of-day.html' title='Quotes of the day'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-7095945658761165592</id><published>2010-02-09T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T07:17:23.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Healing Power of a Morning Run</title><content type='html'>Since Kevin left for Colorado a week ago my dogs and I have had to go without our morning runs. Even though Q is almost 11 and Bandit is 8 they still need to get out a couple of mornings a week to make it to the weekends long run and ski-I love the image of their perked up ears, like they're smiling. Ruby and I had a sleepover with one of my BFFL's, Alison, last night so the dogs and I were able to get out and enjoy the darkness this morning! These morning runs have been an important part of my sanity control over the last 16 years. When I started doing morning runs at 15 or 16 life was about finding every way possible to bring my running to the next level and finding my niche. At 16 life seems completely out of your control and these runs, often with a beloved friend willing to stay awake after a night shift at a local factory to accompany me, were quiet time from typical teen craziness. 16 years later they are still serving the same purpose! As I ran this morning I thought about different stages in my life and athletic career and how these runs have brought me much needed perspective to get through the hard stuff. Almost like I have a chance to look at a situation through someone else's eyes. For me morning runs are full of extracting positives and developing a plan of attack, unlike runs at other times of the day there's no room for negative thoughts or feelings in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-7095945658761165592?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/7095945658761165592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/02/healing-power-of-morning-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/7095945658761165592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/7095945658761165592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/02/healing-power-of-morning-run.html' title='The Healing Power of a Morning Run'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-8740262633448338490</id><published>2010-01-29T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T09:53:23.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Rick Cowles</title><content type='html'>When I started teaching in Tupper Lake we had a great Athletic Director/PE Department Head who helped us obtain some awesome grants. One of the best things to come out of our Carol M White Grant was our fitness room which is chocked full of top of the line cardio equiptment and an endles climbing wall. This room has been a huge part of saving my athletic career and making time management a lot easier-especially during cold snaps like this one when I get to run killer hill workouts and not freeze my face off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-8740262633448338490?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/8740262633448338490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-you-rick-cowles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/8740262633448338490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/8740262633448338490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-you-rick-cowles.html' title='Thank You Rick Cowles'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-189446516016019878</id><published>2010-01-27T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T08:59:21.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bluebird Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S2BwVf0MDiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nXEAp04Sebw/s1600-h/bigruby"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S2BwVf0MDiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nXEAp04Sebw/s320/bigruby" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431464665228774946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday morning I awoke to subzero temps and prepped for my run. When I started the run it was -6, I had 2 dogs, and about a million layers on (including my Darth Veder face mask). In the first 4 mile loop Quenton and I warmed up while Bandit found herself completely exhausted and happy to be left in the sun on the front porch. I stripped a layer of pants, the mask and a jacket before Q and I took off down the railroad tracks which the local snowmobilers had so kindly packed down and stayed off of on this bright sunshiny morning. By the end of the run it was a solid 10 degrees so I lost one more layer and was able to thoroughly exhaust the old man-a great beginning to a great day.    &lt;br /&gt;The big adventure of the day was a family ski day at Big Tupper. As I drove to Tupper Lake to meet up with Ruby and Kevin the temps crept all the way up to 20! By the time we got up to Big T we were blessed with the most perfect bluebird day for Ruby to "rip the gnar," which is exactly what she did following her dad at warp speed and off jumps. It was our first day at Big T and the minute we got on the chair lift and turned around to see the beathtaking view I couldn't believe that this place could have possibly been closed for 10 years! Wow! By the end of first run the 3 of us couldn't stop raving about how amazing this great mountain was-the grooming and terrain were perfect for natural snow and an almost totally volunteer staff. It's amazing what the ARISE group of volunteers has done to get this mountain going again and the locals love it! Everybody we ran into was so positive and appreciative-kids and adults grinning like fools-awesome. Ruby even broke out her snowboard to practice on the Mighty Mite before deciding it was time to get back to the top and race her parents on the rest of the trails until the sun went down:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-189446516016019878?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/189446516016019878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/01/bluebird-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/189446516016019878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/189446516016019878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/01/bluebird-day.html' title='Bluebird Day'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S2BwVf0MDiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nXEAp04Sebw/s72-c/bigruby' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-6477145897677330265</id><published>2010-01-16T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T17:00:48.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic Mirror Lake Ski Expedition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S1enLJKZBQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/T697Hf7ybt4/s1600-h/485165372_1701697744_0.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S1enLJKZBQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/T697Hf7ybt4/s320/485165372_1701697744_0.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428991685698323714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S1enKwJ2xCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KtyrWvUM9qM/s1600-h/485166119_1701700659_0.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S1enKwJ2xCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KtyrWvUM9qM/s320/485166119_1701700659_0.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428991678985192482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S1enKqLMvwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6fa6TiZ8p_Y/s1600-h/485166438_1701701905_462386994_1264035508236.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S1enKqLMvwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6fa6TiZ8p_Y/s320/485166438_1701701905_462386994_1264035508236.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428991677380214530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day Alison and I made a date for Saturday night to meet and eat some food and catch up. Last night I sent her a message that I was broke and perhaps we could go for a ski instead. She frantically got her ski stuff together to accommodate my request, but also formulated a plan that would get us to at least one happy hour. I'd already driven by so many matching puffy jacket tool box couples I was feeling slightly ill but got a little excited when she suggested we go to Dancing Bears Lounge before skiing so we could sit and watch and laugh. The most intriguing person of the night was a gray haired woman sucking on a wine glass staring into space grinning before someone brought her a child that she tended to by staring at it and grinning. The more Stella we drank and wings we ate the shorter it seemed our ski was going to get so we developed a plan to ski across Mirror Lake to PJ's for our second course of which would consist of Ubu and Pub Nachos. Before we left we decided to ask the concierge if he thought the lake was safe to ski across. He didn't think we should, but his ugly suit, perfectly gelled hair, and pasty skin told us he probably wasn't the man to listen to so we went for it. &lt;br /&gt;Alison opted to put her skis on while on the lake while I decided it would be a great idea to ski down a ramp and get a flying start. Turns out the fresh wax on the skis sent me down the ramp at warp speed and I ended up on my ass for an entire restaurant full of diners to see! We set out across the vast lake working our way through puddles, snow drifts and ice patches. Alison occasionally got frustrated that the lake was so flat and she didn't have any hills to practice her tele turns so I challenged her to try the Toboggan Chute. I think she would have done it if it weren't for a pesky gate! &lt;br /&gt;We skied up onto the beach by PJ's famished and parched, but it was packed and hot and a little scary so we put our skis over our shoulders and headed back to the frozen lake to try out the Boathouse. On our way to the lake a man passed and asked if we'd had a good day and I replied, "oh yes and it's not over yet!" Then we zipped off down the lake and onto the sidewalk to the front door of the Boathouse where we decided maybe they wouldn't appreciate our constant guffaws and we didn't appreciate they're menu (no nachos). &lt;br /&gt;The next leg of the expedition would take us straight across the lake to The Cottage and hopefully some nachos. The serene diners must have thought Lake Placid was so quaint when we skied by waving like queens of the Rose Bowl parade. We were a little nervous about crossing the lake but felt safe when we saw a group of kids out playing in the middle of it. They scared Alison when they all laid down because she thought they'd fallen through the ice, but they were messing with us! To alleviate some of the load on the ice we decided we should evenly distribute our combined 240 pounds so we had to spread out for about a minute in the middle of the lake. Finally The Cottage was in sight and we could almost smell the nachos, but first we had to get through some ankle deeps drifts-yikes! Once inside we impressed the crowd with our headlamp light show before we attacked a plate of delicious Original NACHOS and a Long Trail-mmmmmm! &lt;br /&gt;The final leg of the expedition started uneventfully and then Alison gave a massive push and her binding let loose! She had to take tiny steps the remaining 100 yards, but we made it! After bringing our skis back to the car she felt like we had to go back into the hotel and tell the concierge that it was indeed fine and dandy to ski across Mirror Lake. He acted like he didn't know what we were talking about and he looked at us like lunatics so we trashed the lobby and went home-laughing all the way:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-6477145897677330265?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/6477145897677330265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/01/epic-mirror-lake-ski-expedition.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/6477145897677330265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/6477145897677330265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/01/epic-mirror-lake-ski-expedition.html' title='Epic Mirror Lake Ski Expedition'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/S1enLJKZBQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/T697Hf7ybt4/s72-c/485165372_1701697744_0.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-4628568639099573957</id><published>2010-01-05T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T10:42:40.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Triathlon</title><content type='html'>Ruby likes to ask what my favorite things are-color, food, season, etc... When she asks about my favorite season I have a really hard time answering. Before I moved to the Adirondacks it was easy-summer, who doesn't answer summer? But since I've been inside the blueline now for over 7 years I can't figure it out. It's obvious why a triathlete would love summers here-trails, crazy hills to run and ride, clear lakes a plenty! When I was just getting started in triathlon I would kill to get out on the road and get hours and miles logged but that got old fast and my first winter here I found some alternative activities to stay in shape. I didn't have real job and got to spend many mornings trail running through knee deep snow with Jenny and our dogs at Riki Hill working those little stabilizer muscles:) On winter runs with teammates at St. Lawrence I used to try and alleviate some of the pain of running through the slushy streets of Canton by telling them how strong all of our little stabilizer muscles were getting with each step-sort of a what doesn't kill us makes us stronger approach! I swear I've warded off plenty of injuries in the summer with the work I've done in the winter! We might as well take full advantage of the snow and all it's messiness while it's here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other sport that has made me love winter is skiing. Skiing is another sport for me, like mountain biking, that I sort of suck at but I secretly love. Even when I'm screaming and bouncing off trees it makes me happy! Triathletes shouldn't hate swimming, so in the winter I pretend that cross country skiing is swimming. Over the last couple of winters I've fallen in love with crashing through my favorite trails in the dark to get my "swim" in! To close out the new year I took my aging pooches on a nice long moonlight ski on the Jackrabbit Trail, headed to Scarface to ski the next morning and by noon I was chasing Ruby down Pisgah-definetly my favorite day in a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final portion of my winter triathlon is shoveling. As a kid I couldn't figure out why my parents spent so much time doing and why they were so particular about it, but now I know they were just out there trying to get jacked. For me nothing works my abs like big, heavy snowstorm and the best part is that when you are done-you have something besides ripped abs to show for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-4628568639099573957?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/4628568639099573957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/01/winter-triathlon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/4628568639099573957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/4628568639099573957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2010/01/winter-triathlon.html' title='Winter Triathlon'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-1838069682254947760</id><published>2009-12-31T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T07:01:45.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 To Do List</title><content type='html'>I just got back from a great moonlight ski with my beloved dogs and since I didn't have Jenny to talk to in the darkness I came up with a list of things I need to do in the coming year:&lt;br /&gt;-call Coach Martha and come up with a training and race plan&lt;br /&gt;-have my furnace and chimney serviced&lt;br /&gt;-apply for a pro card&lt;br /&gt;-obtain a pair of skate skis and learn how to use them&lt;br /&gt;-swim A LOT&lt;br /&gt;-send more mix cd's to my girls&lt;br /&gt;-paint my house&lt;br /&gt;-paint the back of the house purple&lt;br /&gt;-get that squirrel out of the walls for good&lt;br /&gt;-start paying my parents back&lt;br /&gt;-stop dragging my poles or using my brakes when i go downhill&lt;br /&gt;-keep eating breakfast salads&lt;br /&gt;-purge&lt;br /&gt;-organize&lt;br /&gt;-call my sisters more often&lt;br /&gt;-put up a fence for pooches&lt;br /&gt;-build a shed&lt;br /&gt;-drywall the stairway so my love wall will meet feng shui guidelines&lt;br /&gt;-stop swearing in front of Ruby&lt;br /&gt;-be a little nicer to Bandit&lt;br /&gt;-fatten Quibbie up&lt;br /&gt;-teach more of what i believe in&lt;br /&gt;-keep my computer out of the place where i sleep&lt;br /&gt;-start writing down the healthy meals i can make from boxed crap for a cookbook called "Healthy Meals from Boxed Crap" &lt;div&gt;-whiteface uphill bike race&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have for now, I'm sure I'll come up with a bunch more as we roll through 2010 Happy New Year:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-1838069682254947760?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/1838069682254947760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010-to-do-list.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/1838069682254947760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/1838069682254947760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010-to-do-list.html' title='2010 To Do List'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-8655696265345925483</id><published>2009-12-28T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T05:09:56.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 6th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SziuHypr38I/AAAAAAAAADQ/31r-pBpC2lQ/s1600-h/SD532906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SziuHypr38I/AAAAAAAAADQ/31r-pBpC2lQ/s320/SD532906.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420273600419323842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby turns 6 today! Last night on her way to bed she told me she already felt 6, but when she woke up this morning she said she didn't feel any older. Currently she's stomping around Grandma and Grandpa Farrell's house trying to wake Grandpa up so we can all worship her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-8655696265345925483?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/8655696265345925483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-6th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/8655696265345925483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/8655696265345925483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-6th-birthday.html' title='Happy 6th Birthday'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SziuHypr38I/AAAAAAAAADQ/31r-pBpC2lQ/s72-c/SD532906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-6737959432688204116</id><published>2009-12-23T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T04:21:36.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruby and Amy's 10 Awesome things of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SzIJVNvdANI/AAAAAAAAADI/sROfl_Q3Udc/s1600-h/IMGA0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SzIJVNvdANI/AAAAAAAAADI/sROfl_Q3Udc/s320/IMGA0892.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418403561750724818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SzIJUfqGJqI/AAAAAAAAADA/y5GlLdnGk90/s1600-h/SD532120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SzIJUfqGJqI/AAAAAAAAADA/y5GlLdnGk90/s320/SD532120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418403549380224674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby's twice weekly ski lessons at Mt Pisgah-along with her fearless nature these lessons got her prepped for some awesome days at Whiteface and Titus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby's new hot pink Specialized Hot Rock-hours of riding enjoyment following people on runs, going off jumps she builds with papa, cruising up all over Saranac and Tupper Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quenton's 10th Birthday! The energizer dog had another great year and found himself fit enough to train his mother for a great year of racing! Bandit is fit enough to keep up on many runs too, her belly barely drags on the ground:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy's new bikes! Giant Trinity-her first triathlon bike in many years sparked a little rebirth as a multi-sporter. Then a custom Serotta CXII built for monster speed and stability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby kicks it in another great dance recital-this time there were tap shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby graduates from Pre-K! We knew she could do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby and Amy take the High Peaks Cyclery Mini Tri World Championships! Ruby's won so many races at this point, she can't even recall how many it's really been (in her own words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby learns to swim on her own! Countless hours at the pool with mama and emma and she's totally got it! Amy has to hold back tears every time they hit the pool:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby and Amy take a big trip to Florida for the Ironman 70.3 World Championships. Ruby is now an experienced flyer and Amy is a world champion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby learns to read!!!!!! Amy has to hold back tears every night when she opens up a book:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-6737959432688204116?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/6737959432688204116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2009/12/ruby-and-amys-ten-10-awesome-things-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/6737959432688204116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/6737959432688204116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2009/12/ruby-and-amys-ten-10-awesome-things-of.html' title='Ruby and Amy&apos;s 10 Awesome things of 2009'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SzIJVNvdANI/AAAAAAAAADI/sROfl_Q3Udc/s72-c/IMGA0892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-6371123736208647565</id><published>2009-12-22T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T16:19:18.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Adirondacker in the Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SzFh69kJ8oI/AAAAAAAAACw/8EOmGn3w0B8/s1600-h/SD532061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SzFh69kJ8oI/AAAAAAAAACw/8EOmGn3w0B8/s320/SD532061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418219492289933954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter might have an advantage over most of my friends and I when it comes to dealing with the elements here in the Adirondacks. She's a real Adirondack native-she was born on a cold evening in late December so, I feel like she is even more impervious to the snow, ice and cold. Over the last week temps have hovered between 0 and 15 degrees and that hasn't kept Ruby inside at all! One day last weekend we were Christmas shopping in Lake Placid when she lost her patience and started shouting- "Mom we need to get out of this store, I NEED to go cross country skiing! Let's just get out of here!" It was about 5 degrees and dark by the time we got home, but my hearty little girl wasn't going to let another day go by without her first ski of the season! The next day it was still cold and I tried to keep her busy inside but by noon she was rip roaring ready to ski again! We bundled up, packed up the dogs and headed out for another freezing ski. After 20 minutes even the dogs wanted back in the car but the Rubster was having a great time! Last night's adventure was 6 degrees to go skating at the outdoor rink in Saranac Lake. We'd checked out the rink on our way home and it looked ready to go but when we got there the lights were off so went with plan B and took the dogs for a hike by headlamp instead:) When we got home Ruby she continued to play outside and then raved about how much fun it was and how she couldn't wait to get back out tomorrow! I informed her father of her madness and his response was, "oh that little girl, she's a beast!" A little rugged, Adirondack Beast:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-6371123736208647565?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/6371123736208647565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2009/12/real-adirondacker-in-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/6371123736208647565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/6371123736208647565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2009/12/real-adirondacker-in-family.html' title='The Real Adirondacker in the Family'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SzFh69kJ8oI/AAAAAAAAACw/8EOmGn3w0B8/s72-c/SD532061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-136365742145452355</id><published>2009-12-17T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T07:18:33.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-4 Feels like -17!</title><content type='html'>The dogs and I experienced our first subzero run of the season and the season really isn't here yet! Despite a frozen nose and frozen buns it was a pretty good run-our little Bandit runs better the colder it gets so I'm pretty sure she would have gone all morning long. My feet were extremely happy too in my new trail shoes-Salomon XT Wings-are highly recommended, at least for snowy roads and icey sidewalks! Cushy lil' clouds:) Day sort of went downhill from there as I jumped in the shower to realize that I had run out of fuel and the furnace was OFF OFF OFF! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'm gonna turn this day around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-136365742145452355?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/136365742145452355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2009/12/4-feels-like-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/136365742145452355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/136365742145452355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2009/12/4-feels-like-17.html' title='-4 Feels like -17!'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-8622821280080950207</id><published>2009-12-13T14:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T14:42:23.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SyVs_Gp8GbI/AAAAAAAAACA/Vcu0m8u3chI/s1600-h/SD532322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SyVs_Gp8GbI/AAAAAAAAACA/Vcu0m8u3chI/s320/SD532322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414853958356965810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SyVs-uLNDDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/q4po8A4NjR0/s1600-h/SD532318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SyVs-uLNDDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/q4po8A4NjR0/s320/SD532318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414853951785602098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I headed out on my run this morning, with dogs in tow, expecting a nice easy, peaceful run along the St. Lawrence and Oswegatchie Rivers, on our favorite paths, where the dogs love to frolic off leash. My first sign that the run was not going to be as peaceful as I thought when Quenton started lagging behind to play with an old chocolate lab that we had passed and wouldn't let me catch him to cross the bridge and run the rest of the path. The next sign was when I thought I had them outsmarted by leading them up a set of stairs so I could catch them at the top of the and finish the run. I started up the ice covered stairs yelling at the dogs and they both disappeared! 5 Five more minutes of yelling and starting up the stairs and no dogs! Bandit finally let me catch her after rifling through some bushes and we discovered Quenton enjoying a frozen turkey on the side of the road-yeah  a frozen turkey, like from a grocery store wrapped in plastic on the side of the road, in the middle of town! As I lunged for him, he decided staying 2 steps ahead of me was a better idea and I should chase him across the bridge. He scampered across the slipperiest sidewalk and passed an OPD car before he decided it was time for him to be back on the leash. I dragged them back to Grandma's grumbling about how much fun it is that they are so old, but still so dumb, and gave them tomorrow off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-8622821280080950207?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/8622821280080950207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2009/12/great-expectations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/8622821280080950207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/8622821280080950207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2009/12/great-expectations.html' title='Great Expectations'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SyVs_Gp8GbI/AAAAAAAAACA/Vcu0m8u3chI/s72-c/SD532322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-9145229513697752074</id><published>2009-12-12T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T04:50:11.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Men R Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SyORXdixSMI/AAAAAAAAABw/B066tnZe17A/s1600-h/SD532875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SyORXdixSMI/AAAAAAAAABw/B066tnZe17A/s320/SD532875.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414331009282951362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SyORWyMcIII/AAAAAAAAABo/MzG32__7Xew/s1600-h/SD532870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SyORWyMcIII/AAAAAAAAABo/MzG32__7Xew/s320/SD532870.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414330997646565506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SyORWuhyx8I/AAAAAAAAABg/_56EmPAGvZY/s1600-h/SD532872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SyORWuhyx8I/AAAAAAAAABg/_56EmPAGvZY/s320/SD532872.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414330996662388674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ruby and Emma set out to build a snowman a couple of evenings ago, but the snow was so good that within 20 minutes they had an entire village of snow people and pets! Ruby and Emma are total BADASS Snowbuilders!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-9145229513697752074?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/9145229513697752074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-men-r-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/9145229513697752074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/9145229513697752074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-men-r-us.html' title='Snow Men R Us'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SyORXdixSMI/AAAAAAAAABw/B066tnZe17A/s72-c/SD532875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-2728292067436004410</id><published>2009-12-07T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T19:14:51.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruby's Awesome Report Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/Sx3EoaIaHFI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZG0FnrIoAnk/s1600-h/SD532817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/Sx3EoaIaHFI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZG0FnrIoAnk/s320/SD532817.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412698525657603154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all knew this, but Ruby is really smart! Smart enough that she has to tell my track kids what some of the words she uses mean, smart enough that she's known what sarcasm is and how to use it since she was 2, smart enough that she had a perfect report card except for the fact that she didn't know what a rhombus, trapezoid, and hexagon were on the day that her teacher asked. She made sure she has it down, so the next one will be perfect:) We had an awesome day on Saturday complete with a slumber party with Alison and Emma and Hannah Montana! Way to go Ruby!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-2728292067436004410?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/2728292067436004410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2009/12/rubys-awesome-report-card.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/2728292067436004410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/2728292067436004410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2009/12/rubys-awesome-report-card.html' title='Ruby&apos;s Awesome Report Card'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/Sx3EoaIaHFI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZG0FnrIoAnk/s72-c/SD532817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-1863664401106985979</id><published>2009-12-07T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:57:30.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruby's Thanksgiving Performance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/Sx29sIjpfLI/AAAAAAAAABA/QMSgxyCWKEA/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/Sx29sIjpfLI/AAAAAAAAABA/QMSgxyCWKEA/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412690893078101170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby loves to perform and she doesn't mess around when she does it! Whether it's an impromptu dance recital to the ringtones on my phone or a fully costumed song and dance she loves the spotlight! This beauty is called Everyday the Spotlight Shines on Me on Christmas Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-1863664401106985979?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/1863664401106985979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2009/12/rubys-thanksgiving-performance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/1863664401106985979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/1863664401106985979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2009/12/rubys-thanksgiving-performance.html' title='Ruby&apos;s Thanksgiving Performance'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/Sx29sIjpfLI/AAAAAAAAABA/QMSgxyCWKEA/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-5940993899808182931</id><published>2009-12-07T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:06:07.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/Sx20gHmPhAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/p9RpJcLKbS4/s1600-h/GetAttachment-1.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SyY7ac7HXxI/AAAAAAAAACY/aHv9F9epNbI/s320/GetAttachment-2.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415080927586377490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SyY7Zw6sQxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/K4CpcKKRhZg/s1600-h/47952-089-014f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SyY7Zw6sQxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/K4CpcKKRhZg/s320/47952-089-014f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415080915773440786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SyY7Z0l6XVI/AAAAAAAAACI/XerfvsCCCw8/s1600-h/47952-196-014f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SyY7Z0l6XVI/AAAAAAAAACI/XerfvsCCCw8/s320/47952-196-014f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415080916760026450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10 months ago I decided it was time to get back pursuing a dream I started pursuing 10 years ago. It dawned on me that I wasn’t getting any younger and my life wasn’t getting any easier so if I was going to do it, now was my time to do it! Marathons weren’t right for my body, as evidence of the 2 year sciatic nerve battle, but triathlon is where I belong-grueling enough to keep me happy and exhausted but 3 disciplines to keep me fresh and engaged. When I looked at race schedules and my life schedule I immediately knew that the 70.3 World Championships would be my final destination, and winning my ae group would be my seasons goal. I took a multi step approach to my first and only qualifying race-starting with Duathlon Nationals which I won after a freight train and 96 degree temps tried to stop me, then 2 parts to the Tupper Lake Tinman where I flatted, crashed, and then rode really hard, and finally Rhode Island 70.3 where everything worked out and I was able to narrowly finish as the top amateur woman and 5th overall. I didn’t even consider the Kona slot for this year-this is the test year to see whether or not I’m really going to fully re-commit to triathlon so an Ironman was definitely out of the question! I did one more big half about 6 weeks after Rhode Island and turned in another solid effort at Timberman finishing as the top amateur again and 6th overall. I did a series of running races right after Timberman to try and get back into my running groove and find some of my sciatic compromised speed. Quibbie and I also turned in some good long runs through the fall and suddenly 2 hours on a trail feels like 20 minutes-I love that dog! Coming back to triathlon training as a single mom with teaching and coaching responsibilities has been interesting. The last time I was doing this I was a single 25 year old without a real care in the world. Logging 15-25 hours of training in a week was totally doable. This time I’ve had to accept that I need to take advantage of every minute of my day, plan like crazy, and not stress if I don’t get the workouts in! My closest friends and family will attest that this has not been easy for me and I’ve been prone to bouts of madness if I don’t spend enough time on my bike-these poor people should be sainted for all that they have put up with over the last few months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 2 weeks leading up to the race Ruby had a touch of a cold or the flu and we had to spend some days at home drinking elderberry juice and crazy doses of vitamin c! I still managed to get some solid training in the week before we left so my head was only a little wonky and only a few people were blessed with the crazed she wolf!  Travel was fairly uneventful to the race, a few delays and Ruby being Ruby, but it was her first trip on a plane and she’s awesome so she gets away with it! My mother Janet, sister Tammy, and niece Hillary came along with us so traveling was full of laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 in Clearwater was cool, windy and overcast so when I headed out on my run hoping to sweat it totally didn’t happen and all I could think of was my friend John warning me all fall that I needed to wear more layers to acclimate to the heat and how that wasn’t happening at all! We took full advantage of the location of our hotel that night by finding an awesome pre race restaurant (The Gondolier or Geronimos as Ta kept calling it), that we visited at least once a day and hitting Walgreens for the first of 15 or 20 times in 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 was even cooler, windier, and more overcast.  I woke up with a sore throat and stuffy nose-awesome- and there was a high surf warning so the planned swim did not happen! Tammy and I opted to run in the park that I had discovered the day before which seemed to be perfect stomping grounds for a serial killer with lots of brush and bushes to hide dead runner bodies in. I think our abs were a lot stronger after that run because we couldn’t help but cracking jokes all the way through the park. I got my bike all back together and out for a windy and frightening ride-I hate wind and it freaked me out a lot! Later we set out to race registration and was found it so bizarre to see everyone bundled up and shivering-it’s hard to put your badass face on when your teeth are chattering. Ruby and the girls and I still managed to take hilarious pics and laugh our asses off. We hit Walgreens at least 3 times. Later that evening Tammy accompanied me to the pre race dinner where we learned about the “contingency plan” for the swim if the surf didn’t go down. Everytime the swim director said “contingency plan” I fell more in love with the phrase and the idea of swimming in the harbor without giant Ruby’s Mom eating waves. I am a living, breathing, running, cycling, swimming contingency plan☺ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 we woke up on to sunshine! Yay, but my cold seemed worse-yuck☹ I headed out on the bike again and despite slightly warmer temps and sunshine the wind was still there. I decided that the Serotta Rainbow Ghostbike was stable and would charge through it even I was a nervous wreck. We had a day complete with a swim in the gulf, nerves, playing in the sand, a wild tour of the bike course, more Walgreens, pizza from Geronimos, and nerves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race day! Woke up with a clear head, clear sinuses, and perfect coffee from Jenny in Missoula! After I got the pony tails and my RUBY’S MOM top just right Ta dropped me off at the transition area so I could take care of some last minute details and get to the swim start with plenty of time to check things out. I squeezed into my wetsuit and decided I might need 1 more potty break when I realized that the porties potties were back by the transition area! It turned out to be okay and found the sprint to and from the bathroom to be a great warm up. Part of the “contingency plan” was that all the racers get in a line and 1 at a time we would jump off a dock and start swimming. It was so much less nerve wracking than the usually mass start so when I saw Ruby and her posse before my jump she was much more nervous than I was-poor kid! The swim was me swimming-sort of terrible, but oh well I just kept reminding myself that I was a cyclist and a runner and that’s where I would make my move! The bike ride was crazy-the first part was pretty clear of giant packs of a$%^les drafting and I worked my ass off to stay at the front of the pack. For most of the time I was felt like I was riding so hard that I wouldn’t have any legs for running but it felt awesome so I couldn’t help myself. Around 10 miles a woman rode up and shouted “you should all be ashamed of yourselves if you end up on the podium!’ I responded with, “f#^k you lady,” to which she replied, “not you honey you’re doing all the work here.” The truth was I didn’t feel like I could afford to draft, it wasn’t easy for me to get here and I desperately needed to do well and do it fair! So the entire 56 miles was spent trying to get the hell away from people. By the last 5 miles I was shouting at the packs to spread out and move over so people could actually ride! I ended up riding the fastest 56 miles of my life and feeling awesome about the future of Rainbow Ghostbike☺ As soon as they took my bike all I could think was “here we go!” and wondered how trashed my legs were gonna feel after that ride! I felt surprisingly great on the run and spent almost the entire 13.1 miles thinking about Ruby and my family and my friends who had gotten me to this point. My thoughts went to some of my athletes who were also racing that day, my dad at home anxiously awaiting results, and my sweet dog who had endured all the miles over the last 10 years &amp; seeing Ruby 4 times during the run made it a million times better! I got to give my mom a high 5 on my way to the finish line and was bawling and mumbling “it worked, it all worked” over and over by the time I found my smiling family! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on this I’ve decided that the experiment was appositive one and now the game is really on-lets hope Ruby will put up with it, I have a feeling that as long as my jersey reads “RUBY’S MOM” and we get to continue fun trips she will☺&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-615738328577321941?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/615738328577321941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-pre-worlds.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/615738328577321941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/615738328577321941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-pre-worlds.html' title='2009-The Experiment'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SyY7ac7HXxI/AAAAAAAAACY/aHv9F9epNbI/s72-c/GetAttachment-2.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-1579001148796875513</id><published>2009-12-06T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:44:39.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruby's Mom's Results</title><content type='html'>Amy Catherine Farrell&lt;br /&gt;acfmonkey@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal: In 2010 I would like to rejoin the pro ranks and focus on top 3 finishes at Mooseman 70.3, Ironman Lake Placid, Timberman 70.3, Syarcuse 70.3 and a top 5 finish at Ironman 70.3 World Championships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  2009 USAT Duathlon National Championships&lt;br /&gt;     1st place 30-34 women&lt;br /&gt;     Whiteface Mountain Uphill Run &lt;br /&gt;     Women’s Champion, 9th Overall&lt;br /&gt;     Tupper Lake Tinman Triathlon &lt;br /&gt;     1st place Mixed Team &lt;br /&gt;                                         Swim(30.41/1.2miles) &amp; Bike(2:33/56miles)&lt;br /&gt;     Rhode Island 70.3&lt;br /&gt;     Top Amateur Woman/5th Overall-Ironman &amp; 70.3 World Championship Qualification&lt;br /&gt;     Swim(30:26/1.2 miles) &amp; Bike (2:33/56miles) &amp; Run(1:32/13.1miles)-4:39&lt;br /&gt;     Timberman 70.3&lt;br /&gt;     Top Amateur Woman/6th Overall&lt;br /&gt;     Swim(30:54) &amp; Bike (2:30) &amp; Run (1:34)-4:39&lt;br /&gt;     Lake Placid Half Marathon&lt;br /&gt;     Women’s Champion, 4th Overall, 1:24.47&lt;br /&gt;     Ironman 70.3 World Championship&lt;br /&gt;     30-39 World Champion/5th Amateur/17th Overall&lt;br /&gt;     Swim(31:53) &amp; Bike(2:16) &amp; Run(1:27)-4:20&lt;br /&gt;  2005-2008 Focused on running setting PR’s at every distance from the mile to the marathon. High lights:&lt;br /&gt;     5k-17:28   6k XC-22:05&lt;br /&gt;     4 Mile-22:53  10k-35:30&lt;br /&gt;     Half Marathon-1:20 Marathon-2:47.56&lt;br /&gt;     High Peaks Cyclery Mini Triathlon Series World Champion 2008, 2009&lt;br /&gt;     Tupper Lake Tinman Sprint Champion 2005&lt;br /&gt;2003-2004          Extended maternity leave-Ruby Farrell Ladue-Fearless Sidekick&lt;br /&gt;2002 Season Results&lt;br /&gt;April 7, 2002          Great Clemont Triathlon, Clermont, FL&lt;br /&gt;                   2nd place overall women, 2:15.30&lt;br /&gt;May 5, 2002         Gatineau Park Duathlon, Ottawa, Canada&lt;br /&gt;                  1st place overall women&lt;br /&gt;May 19, 2002  Ralph’s Half Ironman California, Oceanside, CA&lt;br /&gt;                  4th place overall women, 4:24.43&lt;br /&gt;                  fastest pro bike split&lt;br /&gt;June 8, 2002        Eagleman Half Ironman, Cambridge, MD&lt;br /&gt;                     3rd place overall women, 4:19.27&lt;br /&gt;                 2nd fastest bike split to Natascha Badmann&lt;br /&gt;July 28, 2002       Ironman USA, Lake Placid, NY&lt;br /&gt;          5th place overall women, 4th pro woman 10:13.29&lt;br /&gt;September 1, 2002 Lake Placid Half Marathon, Lake Placid, NY&lt;br /&gt;                1st place woman, 1:27:16&lt;br /&gt;2001 Season Results&lt;br /&gt;April 27, 2001  St.Anthony’s Triathlon, St.Petersburgh, FL&lt;br /&gt;     4th place overall women&lt;br /&gt;June 3, 2001         Blackwater Eagleman Half Ironman, Cambridge, MD&lt;br /&gt;     2nd place overall women, top amateur, fastest run split&lt;br /&gt;     Ironman World Championship Qualification&lt;br /&gt;July 1, 2001          Long Course National Championship/ Tupper Lake Tinman, NY&lt;br /&gt;     2nd place overall, 18-24 Long course National Champion&lt;br /&gt;July 29, 2001  Ironman USA, Lake Placid, NY&lt;br /&gt;     1st place 19-24 age group, 7th place overall women&lt;br /&gt;     New age group record 10:15:35&lt;br /&gt;September 1, 2001 Mrs.T’s Age Group National Championship, Couerd’ Alene, ID&lt;br /&gt;     2nd place 20-24 age group&lt;br /&gt;February, 2002  Highest points for all amateur females on annual USAT rankings&lt;br /&gt;2000 Season Results&lt;br /&gt;June 2, 2000          Freihofer’s Women’s 5k National Championship, Albany, NY&lt;br /&gt;     4th place 20-24 age group&lt;br /&gt;June 18, 2000  Muskoka Long Course Triathlon, Huntsville, Ontario&lt;br /&gt;     1st place 18-24 age group (1st triathlon ever)&lt;br /&gt;     Ironman World Championship Qualification&lt;br /&gt;July 17, 2000  Danskin Women’s Triathlon Series, Wrentham, MA&lt;br /&gt;     1st place 18-24 age group, 2nd place overall women&lt;br /&gt;August 6, 2000  Wilkes-Barre Triathlon, Wilkes-Barre, PA&lt;br /&gt;     2nd place 18-24 age group, 5th overall women&lt;br /&gt;October 14, 2000   Ironman Triathlon World Championship, Kona, Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;     4th place 18-24 age group (following a crash at mile 40) 11:23&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035105297507431450-1579001148796875513?l=rubysmomracing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/feeds/1579001148796875513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2009/12/rubys-moms-athletic-resume.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/1579001148796875513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035105297507431450/posts/default/1579001148796875513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubysmomracing.blogspot.com/2009/12/rubys-moms-athletic-resume.html' title='Ruby&apos;s Mom&apos;s Results'/><author><name>Ruby's MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456737639072529481</uri><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/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SxvhnYdj8mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y1xfGRhnkY4/S220/47952-196-016f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035105297507431450.post-4353989428957381775</id><published>2009-12-06T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T05:27:01.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Marathon Year 2007-2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SyY9HhrLM3I/AAAAAAAAACo/iWwKC9nBkwQ/s1600-h/54319-012-010f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SyY9HhrLM3I/AAAAAAAAACo/iWwKC9nBkwQ/s320/54319-012-010f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415082801467437938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SyY9HWfItbI/AAAAAAAAACg/JMoUQrTxH4g/s1600-h/l_2183222d6f5480ce1657315066d696f5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao7Rw2rdTMA/SyY9HWfItbI/AAAAAAAAACg/JMoUQrTxH4g/s320/l_2183222d6f5480ce1657315066d696f5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415082798464153010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do now?  After the most surreal running experience of my life what do I do next?  Coming so close twice in two months is rough, dealing with the reality of the situation is rough, but right now I’m trying to extract the good.  I’ve spent too much time dissecting what I’ve done wrong in life to do it again.  The truth is given my circumstances and training I did everything I could and fell apart over the last 4 miles.  I know I have better marathons in me-trial and error is teaching me what needs to happen to become a good marathoner and I need to become a good marathoner, a good something or I might completely unravel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in Phoenix my usual pre-race frazzled self-thinking maybe it would just be best to turn around and get on flight back to my girl, but I knew my amazing support team would lynch me upon arrival.  The first thing that made me calm down was a little talking to from Frank Shorter about how the only that we could possibly do for the next couple of days was calm down and relax-2 things my life has been lacking for quite some time!  Then it was time to get out of my room and meet the “competition,” but as soon I spent a little time with these women though, it wasn’t a race anymore.  It was a collaborative effort toward reaching a common goal.  We weren’t competing against each other, but supporting each other.  It felt like I was back with my SLU running family hopping into a van for 24 priceless hours to love and laugh and run together.  I don’t know how many people have “running families” like mine, but now I feel like I have 2 and I am so grateful.  Mama Christine-the crazy mother of 4 was running her 3rd marathon in 3 months and was the first one to vocalize how lucky all were to be together to try and do what we were about to.  As soon as she started talking about the real hard work being in the hands of the Hanson boys my nerves sort of floated away and I finally felt calm.  This was not a convention of the pro running studs with charmed lives-this was a group of mostly very real women with kids and jobs and struggles exactly like mine and I felt really safe with them.  We spent Saturday unnecessarily cramming 9 of our sweaty bodies in to a minivan b/c we couldn’t bear to miss out on the hilarity of “Miss America for Runners.” Sitting around sharing war stories-missing by 25 or 56 or 71 seconds or kids and dogs and husbands-the good and bad-not typical stuff you share with someone you just met 24 hours ago, unless your secret Phoenix running BFFs.  The technical meeting found most of us trying to get a few words or photos in with people like Carrie Tollefson and Katie McGregor (the coolest/fastest mid westerners you’ll ever meet), confessing long forgotten crushes on an unrecognizable Todd Williams, and giving our water bottles our own personal touches-art projects one mad!  The Hanson boys were there to reassure us that pacing work would be done and if we just stuck behind the scarlet and gold we would be safe and successful. How did we get so lucky?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race morning came and I was still calm, still feeling amazed that we were all in this together and genuine in wanted everyone to be successful in the mission.  Despite trying to be serious be still found time to make Omar blush and giggle at each other before being pranced out to the start.  I’ve had the experience as I have been stepping into the water for an Ironman where I have the “wow we’re all in this together” thought, a brief calm and then “game on.”  But this start was different; I didn’t do my best to look intimidating or super crazy.  I tucked myself in next to Christine’s positive energy, Melinda’s great sense of humor, and smiled.  Frank Shorter and Bernard Lagat wished us good lucked and we were off. &lt;br /&gt; I immediately snuck in right behind Luke (John, the boss) and Pat (George, the GPS) and tried like hell not to step on them.  Coach Waldron had instructed me not to get crazy and try to impress the boys with 6:00’s like I had in Philly and I remembered that frequently.  The horde spent a better part of the first mile babbling before Luke finally told them to cut down on the talk as they might regret it in the end.  Being a talker who was trying to stay calm and conserve (I was being quiet!) I was thankful for his suggestion as they were even driving me a little nuts.  I couldn’t stay completely quiet, around 2.5 miles there was a giant billboard to “The Gun Show” and I had to direct attention to it so the boys could flex and give us a “Gun Show” of their own-which they happily did.  The next crack came around mile 7 when Jiminy Cricket (Mike Morgan, Ringo) got a little bit ahead and Luke asked where he was going to which I point to a sign and replied “The Emergency Pregnancy Center.”  A lot of random thoughts enter your head during a marathon; imagine the thoughts that creep in when you have a pack of 20-30 women closely following a wall of 4 little men.  These are the things I wanted to say out loud: &lt;br /&gt;“It’s like you guys are the Beatles and we’re the groupies.” Then I took a few miles to figure out which would John, Paul, George and Ringo, which was followed by me calling them the names in my head.&lt;br /&gt;When I would sneak up and get next to them and we were running in line across the road I wanted to say, “okay boys we’re all cowboys, who wants to be the crazy one that shoots everybody?” I think it would have been Ringo, as Paul (Mike R.) was way too sweet, calm and collected.&lt;br /&gt;“Can anybody feel this electricity?” As the pack had dwindled to 5 or 6 women, a bunch of older guys, and we were all in step.&lt;br /&gt;“Do you think some of these men ahead think they’re actually beating some of America’s best male marathoners?”&lt;br /&gt;A father and daughter cruise by on those stupid stand up scooter things and Ringo just says, “walk” in disgusted tone.  I respond, “God bless America” and we all have a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Way too many to get them all out!  It really was one of the highlights in 18 years of running.  They took such good care of us-putting out an arm when we needed to be held back, clearing us a path when runners in front of us were dying.  John and Paul even came close to getting in a fight for us with an inefficient, painful to watch runner who wouldn’t get out of the way and just let the pack swallow him even though he was struggle to stay in front.  Knowing what a gift I was being handed by having them pace us, I wouldn’t let them go until my body decided otherwise.  For 21 miles though, I felt great and hung on.  At 21 a couple of women came back to us and the pack took off-it broke my heart a little not to run all 22 with them, but when they pulled over they reassure me that the pace had picked up and I was going to be fine.  I ran one more and it started to creep in that I might now be okay-7:03.  I hadn’t run a 7-minute mile in a race sense I stumbled through VT City in May.  I threw up a couple times and regrouped-deciding no matter what happened I was not packing it in.  I would ignore my splits run my hardest and see what happened.  The last time I looked at my watch I had about 600 meters left to cover and 30 seconds to do it in.  I saw the boys as I made my final turn and shed a couple of tears, regrouped again and tried to finish with a smile before hiding in corner and allowing myself a good, hard cry.  A volunteer came up to see if I was okay and wouldn’t leave me alone until I frantically asked him to “just please leave me alone!”  Just as I was getting it all out The Beatles, all four of them, came walking up looking just as sad as I felt.  I was 1 of I think 2 that were right behind them from the start and even though very few words were exchanged we been through “trials of miles, miles of trials” and suddenly I had four new running brothers that I wasn’t afraid to cry in front of.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent very little time obsessing over what went wrong and realized that the past year has been hard, really hard, but running is bringing me back to life.  Making wake up and be a better mother, helping me seriously think about where my life needs to go so I can be the kind of woman that is alive and thriving, not stuck in a the same holding pattern I have been in for the past 5 years.  I know when things get sorted out and life settles down I can run all the miles I need, give myself the credit I deserve and be a damn good marathoner.  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