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term='greatness'/><category term='volunteer'/><category term='massage'/><category term='Olympics'/><category term='pet peeves'/><category term='being a fan'/><category term='colleagues'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Misty'/><category term='favorites'/><category term='traditions'/><category term='snooze'/><category term='records'/><category term='JLDOC'/><category term='book club'/><category term='games'/><category term='goals'/><category term='bored'/><category term='activities'/><category term='dog'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='new experiences'/><category term='blog'/><category term='relaxing'/><category term='television'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='life'/><category term='time'/><category term='great day'/><category term='melting'/><category term='tests'/><category term='knitting'/><category term='running'/><category term='winning'/><category term='sadness. mothers'/><category term='history'/><category term='feeling good'/><category 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>564</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-3974568087180927459</id><published>2011-06-13T14:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T15:06:03.078-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scars'/><title type='text'>Scars are Souvenirs</title><content type='html'>As I near 40 years of age, I can reflect back on my life so far with all the memories I have. I realized, though, that not all of my memories are in my brain. I can look at my body and find memories of good times, stupid ideas, and the battle wounds of growing up in my scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a mark on my left wrist - a jagged vertical line. I don't remember what happened, but I do remember the face of my friend Laura Lokay from the second grade who told me know to pick at it. When I look at that scar, I can see her face so clearly and even hear the wise words coming from her 7 year old mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a chicken pox scar on my chest. I got chicken pox as a gift from a classmate for my 17th birthday. I remember being out of school for about 4 days and missing our homecoming game. I also remember the night before I broke out. My good friends to me out to celebrate my birthday and we returned to my house to watch movies. Sometime during "The Running Man," I realized I had a fever. We had to send my friends home, but I still remember having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my leg ankle, there is a big spot on top of area where my foot and leg meet. I fell down the patio stairs at my fraternity house in college (Yes, it was a co-ed business fraternity called Alpha Kappa Psi and we had a house on fraternity/sorority row at UGA). I fell with my foot under my body and am really lucky I did not break anything. I was pretty drunk (surprise!) at the time, so it probably kept me from realizing I was falling. Man, there were some good times in that house and on that patio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut off a big chuck of my right ring finger and you can still see the damage. I was trying to impress this wonderful guy by making dinner for him. I was using a mandolin cutter, and just when he asked me of I should be using the safety guard, I sliced off the side of my finger. He was so calm. He cleaned my up, threw out all the food (and I presume part of my finger), and ordered pizza for us. Thank goodness he decided to marry me despite my being an absolute klutz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most recent scar is from an attempt to do a muscle up at CrossFit. I never did get that move, but I will always have a discoloration on my right wrist as a memory of trying to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite scar, however, is from the cable car incident while on vacation in San Francisco. I have a nice scar in the middle of my right shin. Bill and I were riding on the running board of a cable car on our first day in San Fran. We went around the corner, but we were heavy. The operator asked all of us on our side to jump down and push us through the corner. Well, I jumped a second too late, and my shin banged the side of the car. I knew it hurt, but it wasn't until we got to the hotel that I saw I was bruised and cut. At least I knew it would make a good story, and it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have many scars. Each one has a story - some I remember clearly, and some I can't recall. They are little stories of my life and I wear them proudly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-3974568087180927459?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3974568087180927459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=3974568087180927459' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/3974568087180927459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/3974568087180927459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/scars-are-souvenirs.html' title='Scars are Souvenirs'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-9033957048042440640</id><published>2011-05-31T10:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T10:15:51.376-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CrossFit'/><title type='text'>A Change of Mind</title><content type='html'>Well, today was my last day at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CrossFit&lt;/span&gt; Durham. I know I have been going on and on in this blog about my fitness program. I finally decided this month that I am done with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crossfit&lt;/span&gt;, at least for the near future. I need to get back to the core of triathlon training - swimming, biking, and running. I am looking forward to working out by myself again. I don't want to feel the pressure of the group fitness. I have watched my friends get better and better at different exercises while I feel like I have remained the same. At least now, I won't be competing against anyone but myself. I am also looking forward to those extra dollars in my pocket each month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will change my mind come the fall, but I think this is a good decision for now. I can't wait to run tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-9033957048042440640?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9033957048042440640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=9033957048042440640' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/9033957048042440640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/9033957048042440640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/change-of-mind.html' title='A Change of Mind'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-7154638451218363315</id><published>2011-05-06T16:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T16:31:23.453-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy endings'/><title type='text'>And They Lived Happily Ever After</title><content type='html'>It's all I want for my books and movies - to end with and they lived happily ever after (I would have said a happy ending, but I was afraid it would be misconstrued). The plot should be boys meets girl, conflicts arise or bad guys make trouble, bad guys defeated, good guys triumph, and love conquers all. If the plot is going to vary, there should be some sort of disclaimer at the beginning of the book or movie. I don't want to waste my time reading or watching if the ending is tragic (I'm looking at you One Day, Cold Mountain, and Atonement). I want to be entertained and I want everyone to be happy in the end. Real life is difficult and disappointing. Books should be an escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading a series now called &lt;a href="http://www.scholastic.com/thehungergames/"&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/a&gt;. It is a trilogy and I am reading the final book. I have really enjoyed the series, but I have heard that the finale is "frustrating." I was so upset by this notion that I had to ask the person who loaned me the books if she was satisfied with the way the series ended. She said that there is heartbreak along the way, but ultimately the ending is a good one. I have been nervous about reading all week. I feel like I have invested a lot of time getting to know these characters and to care what happens to them. In my mind, there is only one way for the series to end, but I have a feeling the author does not agree with me. I don't want to read an ending that will leave me feeling bad. I don't want to be upset. I just want the good guys to win and for lovers to be together. I am torn up about the book, and I am only 1/3 of the way done. I keep going because I hope the author would not have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nurtured&lt;/span&gt; these characters through 2 books to make something horrible happen to them in the finale. I hope I am right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairy tales and romance novels have the right idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-7154638451218363315?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7154638451218363315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=7154638451218363315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/7154638451218363315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/7154638451218363315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-they-lived-happily-ever-after.html' title='And They Lived Happily Ever After'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-8427054819423967442</id><published>2011-03-21T11:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T12:03:57.553-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='half marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CrossFit'/><title type='text'>2011 Shamrock Half Marathon</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I ran my 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; half marathon and second &lt;a href="http://www.shamrockmarathon.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Shamrock&lt;/span&gt; Half Marathon &lt;/a&gt;in Virginia Beach. I had high hope going in to this event because I had set my PR here in 2009.  Well, the day did not disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on paper, this race should not have been great for me.  The weather on Friday was spectacular, so hubby and I decided to sit outside on our deck and drink beer. Well, one beer led to another, which then led to getting a pizza because we were not in the mood to cook.  Overindulging two days before a race is probably not in the manual under "good ideas."  We were much better on Saturday, however. We ate well and went to sleep early.  Despite our going to bed at a reasonable hour, we did not get as much sleep as we had hoped.  The winds were blowing so hard (16-17 mph) that is was causing the balcony railing to shake and make noise. I woke up several times and wondered how it would affect the race.  It was still windy in the morning, but I don't think it was a huge factor in the race overall.  Once you add that I have not been running long distances (I think I did 8 miles in January, last 13.1 was at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kiawah&lt;/span&gt; Island Half in December) and have only been running once a week, I should not have done well at all.  My attitude when I started the race was not to worry about a PR, but to just have fun.  If it didn't happen, it didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the race feeling pretty good.  I knew the course and knew that it was pretty darn flat. This race is known for it's crazy costumes, and this year was no different. Everyone is in such a good mood - people are just out to have fun and get the beach party sponsored by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yuengling&lt;/span&gt; at the end of the race.   I was running along feeling pretty good at about mile 4, and I decided to check my watch.  I was a little slow off my PR pace, but it wasn't too far off. I had lots of race left, so I decided to experiment.  I thought of my intervals like a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CrossFit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WOD&lt;/span&gt;.  I thought I would see what would happen if I pushed a little bit harder through the last 45 seconds of my two minute run interval.  I worked on it for awhile, and saw that my pace was now at my PR pace. I was encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I was going to go for it.  I was going to leave everything on the course.  I thought about my friends at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CrossFit&lt;/span&gt; and about the mental toughness to get through those difficult workouts.  It's OK to take a break, but then get right back to it.  Try to get just a little bit more before the beep lets you know that it is time for a walk break.  I stuck to that idea, and it worked. By the halfway point in the race, I was below my PR pace.  I knew it wasn't over yet - I would have to keep pushing and get a negative split (faster on the second half of the race than the first) to get the PR.   I kept pushing, and when I got tired, I would adjust the surge time - 30 seconds, 25 seconds, then 20 seconds. Then, there was the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about mile 11.5, everything seemed to go.  I was really tired and my left IT band at the knee was really hurting. I was checking my watch, and I could see my pace slowing. People were lining the road, yelling for the runners.  I was trying to suck it up, counting down the distance remaining with each interval.  For the last mile, I had to literally concentrate on two minutes of running at a time. We made the turn onto the boardwalk, and I could see the finish about a 1/2 mile away.  I was aching, but I ran it in.  I could see my time, and I knew it was close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed my way through the gauntlet of folks with the medals, water, finisher's hat, finisher's shirt, and food.  I found Bill, and thought I might collapse. My legs just could not take my weight anymore. I was so thankful that our hotel was about 50 yards away. I did manage to make it back to our room, but nearly lost it when we could not get the door open.  Standing hurt too much.  I went right in to a cool bath, and I really think it helped my legs.  After soaking for a bit, I was able to take a shower and get dressed so we could leave the hotel and get a much needed celebratory burger and beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked the website for my official time last night, and it was to the second the exact time of my previous PR.  Sure, I wish I could have broken it, but I am happy.  I did second guess myself for awhile - what if I hadn't stopped to drink the water at that one stop?  What if I had had my Sports Beans instead of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gu&lt;/span&gt;?  What if I hadn't done &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CrossFit&lt;/span&gt; and actually trained to run?   Well, it doesn't matter now.  I did it, I finished it, and I am happy with the overall race. I learned that I can push myself.  Just wait until next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-8427054819423967442?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8427054819423967442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=8427054819423967442' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/8427054819423967442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/8427054819423967442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/2011-shamrock-half-marathon.html' title='2011 Shamrock Half Marathon'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-7940738610442134963</id><published>2011-03-18T14:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T15:16:42.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unique ideas'/><title type='text'>What to eat?</title><content type='html'>I am becoming more and more interested in nutrition as I continue to train and exercise. I know that my diet is not optimal.  I pretty much eat what I want when I want to eat it.  I do manage some restraint and try to eat somewhat healthy when we are eating at home.  However, when I am eating out, well, all bets are off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that there are so many different ideas for how one should eat. Hubby and I are lifetime members of Weight Watchers.  I can't argue with the success I have had on their program.  I lost over 60 pounds by lowering portion size and eating items with low point values (all foods are given point values in the WW system we used and you are given a certain amount of total points to eat on a given day).  After I reached my goal weight, I naively figured I would just stick to the plan without having to count anymore.  Well, it didn't work, and I would guess I am about 25 over my goal weight now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is WW the right plan for me now?  Then, I wasn't really into fitness like I am now.  I certainly was not running or participating in triathlons.  There just seem to be so many options out there.  I have several different cookbooks that are supposedly for athletes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Athletes-Plate-Real-Food-Performance/dp/1934030465/ref=pd_sim_b_1"&gt;The Athlete's Plate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Runners-Cookbook-Alison-Wade/dp/143571640X/ref=sr_1_10?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1300478483&amp;amp;sr=1-10"&gt;The Runner's Cookbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.amazon.com/Chris-Carmichaels-Food-Fitness-Right/dp/B000BNPFYC/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1300478531&amp;amp;sr=1-3"&gt;Food for Fitness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all great books, and I have enjoyed recipes from all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CrossFit&lt;/span&gt; is big on &lt;a href="http://thepaleodiet.com/"&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Paleo&lt;/span&gt; Diet&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Paleo&lt;/span&gt; Diets are supposed to be made up of things that our hunter gatherer ancestors could eat - lean meats, seafood, fruits, vegetables, and nuts. I like the idea of this diet, but the recipes I found in the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Paleo-Diet-Cookbook-Breakfasts-Beverages/dp/0470913045/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1300478797&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;cookbook&lt;/a&gt; all seem pretty complicated to make.  Our gym is trying to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rollout&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.whole9life.com/"&gt;a new nutrition program &lt;/a&gt;based on this idea.   I hope to be able to attend their upcoming Q&amp;amp;A session to find out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I also received an e-mail from a yoga/spinning studio I have attended that was promoting a raw food diet.  I was immediately intrigued by this idea and have added the blog associated with this e-mail to my favorites list.  I do want to find out more.  The woman at the studio took a raw food challenge with her friend (the blog author) for 30 days and said she felt fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.  Maybe my ideal diet is something in the middle.  A portion controlled veggie, fruit, nuts, and sushi diet-with beer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-7940738610442134963?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7940738610442134963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=7940738610442134963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/7940738610442134963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/7940738610442134963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-to-eat.html' title='What to eat?'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-1684215475018514</id><published>2011-03-17T15:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T15:46:54.547-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triathlon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CrossFit'/><title type='text'>Well, it can't be good</title><content type='html'>OK, so if you have read this blog at all, you know I am a triathlete.  I am starting to train for the longest race of my career, a half iron distance (1.2 mile swim, 56 mile bike, 13.1 mile run).  Well, I guess I am training with my friends who have long races earlier in the season (my race is at the end of October, so I will start focused training this summer.)  I realized a few weeks ago that I don't really like bike riding.  That could be a bit of a problem over a 56 mile course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a decent swimmer and I can manage a half marathon.  I just really don't like to bike.  It hurts - plain and simple.  It is just an uncomfortable thing for me. It hurts my shoulders, my lower back, my elbows, and my...lady parts.  That darn saddle is not pleasant.  I also find that I am just not good at biking.  I will go riding with friends, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; when I think I am doing well, I fall far behind.  It is just so disheartening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my longest ride ever a few weekends ago.  It was 50 miles over a fairly hilly course. I did it, but it just took everything out of me. My body was so achy, I told AC at one point that I would walk back to the start pushing my bike if I could.  I can't really imagine running after it, but, then again, I will be so happy to be out of the saddle that running may be a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People keep telling me that I will love the course of my half iron distance because it is really flat (hubby and several friends did this race last year.)  Still, I don't know that a flat course will help.  I will still have to be on the darn bike for 56 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One woman told me that I should do upper body work to help my biking.  I am already doing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CrossFit&lt;/span&gt;, and I will continue to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CrossFit&lt;/span&gt; to build strength.  Will it be enough?  The same friend said to carry pain relievers with me during the race.  That may be my best bet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-1684215475018514?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1684215475018514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=1684215475018514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1684215475018514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1684215475018514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/well-it-cant-be-good.html' title='Well, it can&apos;t be good'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-6441585754612043823</id><published>2011-03-07T11:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T12:13:56.384-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointment'/><title type='text'>Reflection on Oscars - One week later</title><content type='html'>OK, so I have been a slacker about blogging lately. Sometimes, I just don't have anything to say. Other times, I just can't find the time to say it. Well, I figured after going on and on about the Oscars, I had better finish the thoughts with my review of the actual show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's show was underwhelming, to say the least. The fashions were amazing - I was not disappointed there. The show itself was just...bad. I don't know what happened. I was so looking forward to seeing Anne Hathaway and James Franco host the show. The commercials the two of them made for the show were so cute!! Once they started, it was like there was no chemistry. Anne was very enthusiastic about being a host. She is GORGEOUS beyond words, but her hosting was nothing special. James is also quite handsome, but he just seemed like he didn't want to be there. He didn't really seem all that interested in the proceedings. They seemed so good on paper, but it didn't work. I hope they go back to older comedians next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the other problem is that it is the last award show of a long season. There are no surprises anymore. The same 4 people took the awards for acting in the major categories. We have just done it to death now. There is no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;intrigue&lt;/span&gt;, no anticipation as the envelope is opened. You know which name will be called. At one point, I wanted to yell at the TV "just give Colin his award so I can go to sleep!" It was taking too long to get to the end we all knew was going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost wish I didn't watch the show. I didn't learn anything unique or different with the show. I could have watched a 10 minute wrap up of the event and probably been OK with it. I used to enjoy the Oscars so much, but they have lost their spark. I will still watch all the nominated films (6 of 10!), but will I watch the show again? Time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-6441585754612043823?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6441585754612043823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=6441585754612043823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/6441585754612043823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/6441585754612043823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/reflection-on-oscars-one-week-later.html' title='Reflection on Oscars - One week later'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-6307552322447642200</id><published>2011-02-09T15:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T15:17:08.403-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the best things'/><title type='text'>Halfway through the Best</title><content type='html'>I love movies. I love movie award shows. So, I am in seventh heaven during this time of year. Each year, I try to see all of the Best Picture Oscar Nominees. Last year, I saw 9 of the 10 nominees (I skipped A Serious Man - it only got two stars on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Netflix&lt;/span&gt;, so why bother?) This year, I am a little behind. I have only seen 5 of the nominees so far. Luckily, I have time left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting thing is that this year, I actually want to see all of the nominees. Three of the nominated films - Inception, Toy Story 3, and Black Swan -appeared in my post "Best of 2010" so you know how I feel about them.  I have also seem The Kids are All Right, which was well, just all right.  Since the "Best of 2010" post, I have seen The Social Network.  I thought SN was well acted and really interesting. If I were to go back to edit my best of list, The Social Network would probably be on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leaves The King's Speech, The Fighter, Winter's Bone, True Grit, and 127 Hours for my viewing pleasure.  I am really, really dying to see The King's Speech and The Fighter. I am a bit nervous about 127 hours because I don't know what to expect from "the scene," but I am looking forward to seeing James Franco's performance.  I plan to take a day off from work next week, so I think an afternoon at the movies is in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your Best Picture of 2010?  Will you be watching the Oscars on February 27?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-6307552322447642200?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6307552322447642200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=6307552322447642200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/6307552322447642200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/6307552322447642200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/halfway-through-best.html' title='Halfway through the Best'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-8710542746963727901</id><published>2011-01-31T12:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T16:28:37.117-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Knit One, Purl Never</title><content type='html'>I am convinced that there is a gene that make one crafty. I know this because I was born without one. I don't know how it happened - I come from crafty stock. My maternal grandmother was very good a needlepoint. She was so talented, in fact, that I have several of her pieces framed in my house now. My mother was also crafty. She wasn't as persistent in her practice as my grandmother, but my mom could make beautiful needlepoints and crochet afghans if she wanted to do it. You guessed it - I have several of her pillow and an afghan at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off OK. When I was a kid, I used to love to needlepoint. I had several of the kid's kits with the huge plastic needle. I loved them and would finish one after another. I even did latch hook rugs. Soon, other things took precedent and I stopped my crafts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the time of college, I noticed the girls around me were pretty talented. Everyone seems to be doing cross stitch. I figure I could pick it up easily. I bought a kit at Michael's and started my little project. I even got a basic kit - the pattern was pre-printed on the cloth. All I had to do was follow the color chart and I would have a cute little picture of bears in a bath tub. Well, I got about halfway through it and never touched it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a few years after that debacle, I thought maybe the project was just not important enough to me. I decided I wanted to cross stitch a Christmas stocking for my then boyfriend. After all, my grandmother had needlepointed stockings for each of her 3 granddaughters and made stockings for 7 other members of the family. I never even opened the kit bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought maybe the project was just too big. So, back to Michael's I went to buy a small ornament to cross stitch. I sold that kit at a garage sale about 2 years ago - unopened, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I needed something other than a cross stitch. I bought a cute little box for Halloween when you just sew the bead on the top of the box to make a ghost. Two rows done. I think I still have it in a closet somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I needed to move out of needlecrafts. I tried jewelry making. I have made all sort of necklaces, bracelets, earrings, and even two rings. They are all in my jewelry box, but will likely never see the light of day. It looks as if a small child with poor motor skills made them. The jewelry making supplies were slowly sold off in the garage sales. I also painted. I finished two of the four class projects and they are not so bad. Of course, the final project was never completed and was thrown in the garbage can at the conclusion of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite knowing all of this information about myself, I agreed to take a knitting class with my friend a few years ago. Lisa is a craft person. I found out after we started class that she was accomplished as a crochet crafter, but wanted to learn knitting. It took me all 6 weeks to do a straight stitch scarf for myself. Lisa had made a scarf with tassels for herself, then knitted a multi color scarf for her husband. She was planning her next project, a knitted top, by the end of class. I didn't even learn to purl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I decided to pick up the knitting needles again about 6 weeks ago despite my past history. I still had the yarn that my husband picked out for a scarf I said I would knit for him. So, I called on my good friend &lt;a href="http://prancerwhoknits.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt;, who is a master crafter, to help me remember how to knit. She invited me to a knitting group and I was off to a promising start. I told myself that I would work on the scarf at least a little each day, even if it was just two rows.  I have picked it up about 3 times since then.  The thing is that I can't knit while watching TV.  I have to focus 100% of my attention on the knitting.  Since I am not used to doing it, it also makes my fingers hurt (I think I hold the yarn too tight - I don't know).  After years of waiting, hubby's scarf is about 6 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this blog will inspire me to find my crafty side so I can finish the scarf. Or perhaps it will sit in the bag for another 6 or so years until I try again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-8710542746963727901?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8710542746963727901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=8710542746963727901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/8710542746963727901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/8710542746963727901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/knit-one-purl-never.html' title='Knit One, Purl Never'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-25331846168040637</id><published>2011-01-31T09:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T09:45:08.660-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CrossFit'/><title type='text'>Decision Made - Fitness is worth it</title><content type='html'>Well, I decided I have too much more to learn at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CrossFit&lt;/span&gt; to give it up now.  I really, really like the strength I am feeling from my workouts and I love my CF friends. I am going to cut back slightly from 4 times a week to 3, but I think I will still reap the benefits. I have never done any form of strength training, so I know this decision will have many long term benefits. I think, ultimately, it will also &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt; my triathlon training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have to reconsider in the summer when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt; training really ramps up, but for now - I am still a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CrossFitter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-25331846168040637?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/25331846168040637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=25331846168040637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/25331846168040637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/25331846168040637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/decision-made-fitness-is-worth-it.html' title='Decision Made - Fitness is worth it'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-6922452162106750113</id><published>2011-01-28T09:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T09:32:08.471-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Great Contest Follow Up</title><content type='html'>I recently mentioned a great contest from the blog at Killer Fiction.  Well, I didn't win the Kindle, but I did win one of the daily drawings.  I received a $25.00 gift card from Amazon.com from author &lt;a href="http://www.christie-craig.com/"&gt;Christie Craig &lt;/a&gt; as well as a copy of one of her books. Winning contests is cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-6922452162106750113?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6922452162106750113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=6922452162106750113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/6922452162106750113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/6922452162106750113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/great-contest-follow-up.html' title='Great Contest Follow Up'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-4901836078763694186</id><published>2011-01-15T14:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T15:22:22.349-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CrossFit'/><title type='text'>The Price of Fitness</title><content type='html'>I have a dilemma.  I have never really been into fitness.  A few years back, my husband suggested that I join a women's running group that was for women who had never really run.  I was skeptical, but decided to join it anyway.  Now, nearly 5 years later, I have run a marathon and am a triathlete.  I was training in the regular triathlon sports-swimming, biking, and running, but not doing any sort of strength workouts. So, my wonderful hubby had another &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; suggestion - join &lt;a href="http://crossfitdurham,com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CrossFit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had been doing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CrossFit&lt;/span&gt; for a while at that point. He really liked the feel of the gym and the killer workouts. I had been to the gym during an open house, and I frankly thought those folks at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CrossFit&lt;/span&gt; were crazy.  Hubby knew there was a way to try &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CrossFit&lt;/span&gt; without being a full member - going to one of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bootcamps&lt;/span&gt;. I hated the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bootcamp&lt;/span&gt; at first (I mean, it was hard!), but then I really started liking it. I completed 2 1/2 camps (I was injured about a third of the way through the first one), and met a great group of friends. When the latest camp ended in December, my friends and workout group decided to be real &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crossfitters&lt;/span&gt;. I debated for a long time, but decided to join them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We had our first Foundations class on January 4. There are several classes that you must take to learn the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;various&lt;/span&gt; power lifting techniques used in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CrossFit&lt;/span&gt;. After the first class, you are allowed to take any of the regular &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CrossFit&lt;/span&gt; workouts. My group and I took our first regular class on January 10 when the new 7:15am time became available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the dilemma part. The 7:15 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bootcamp&lt;/span&gt; was always finished by 8:00am, but the regular class will be one hour. That means I hit more traffic on the way home and have 15 less minutes to get ready for work which starts at 9:00am.  It is very difficult to get to work.  My boss is OK with me being just a little late, but I worry that it is being noticed by my colleagues. So, do I continue with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CrossFit&lt;/span&gt; or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It is a strength workout that I don't get&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a strong bond with my group - they encourage me during the workouts and to go to the workouts&lt;br /&gt;3. It is hard and continues to push me to do better&lt;br /&gt;4. It is a different workout every day&lt;br /&gt;5. The coaches are wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It is difficult to get to work on time&lt;br /&gt;2. It is expensive&lt;br /&gt;3. I already pay to belong to another gym. They have morning classes that I could take that would have a strength element, but would not be the same as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CrossFit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4. I would miss my friends&lt;br /&gt;5. It is not really triathlon training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a girl to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-4901836078763694186?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4901836078763694186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=4901836078763694186' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/4901836078763694186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/4901836078763694186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/price-of-fitness.html' title='The Price of Fitness'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-4209213861361348261</id><published>2011-01-10T11:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T11:07:05.650-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Great Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://http//killerfictionwriters.blogspot.com/"&gt;Killer Fiction&lt;/a&gt; is running a great contest right now.  I am mentioning it here because I would love to win a Kindle. My dad and his wife gave each other Kindles for Christmas, and I am a bit jealous. I would love to have one. It would be great to get books instantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have an e-reader?  What do you think of it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-4209213861361348261?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4209213861361348261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=4209213861361348261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/4209213861361348261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/4209213861361348261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/great-contest.html' title='Great Contest'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-6447966994475757244</id><published>2011-01-09T15:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T15:22:21.300-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triathlon'/><title type='text'>Great Expectations for 2011</title><content type='html'>2011 is the year I will turn 40.  It's funny.  I remember as a young teen thinking the year 2000 was so far away, and I would be 28 then. It seemed so strange.  I never really though further out than 2000, but here we are 11 years later.  I guess the good thing is that I don't feel like I am almost 40 years old.  I still feel like a 28 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to celebrate this milestone, I have decided to participate in the hardest, longest triathlon race of my life on the last day of my 39&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year.  I will be racing in the &lt;a href="http://www.beach2battleship.com/"&gt;Beach 2 Battleship Half Iron Distance Triathlon&lt;/a&gt;.  The race will be a 1.2 mile ocean swim, a 56 mile bike ride, and a 13.1 mile run.  All of these events must be completed within 9 hours.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Luckily&lt;/span&gt;, I have about 9 more months to prepare for the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired to do this event after watching our group of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt; friends finish it this past November. I trained with most of them during their preparations.  I may not have trained for as long or as hard, but I was there.  I felt that I wasn't ready to move on to the longer distance - that it was just too much for me to accomplish. I began to change my mind while sitting out and being the team photographer during the 2010 race. I kept thinking to myself that I should be out there with them.  I may not be as fast as any of them, but I still have the ability to complete the race. So, on the day registration opened for 2011, I was ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a challenge, but I think (hope) it will be a attainable goal. There is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of work ahead, but I feel that I will conquer 70.3 miles on October 29.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-6447966994475757244?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6447966994475757244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=6447966994475757244' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/6447966994475757244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/6447966994475757244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/great-expectations-for-2011.html' title='Great Expectations for 2011'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-7658091189158641513</id><published>2011-01-08T10:20:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T10:58:55.690-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='races'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the best things'/><title type='text'>Best of 2010</title><content type='html'>So, I know I probably should have written this post during the last week of December, but I have been busy. Sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hubby and I are big movie fans. Our normal routine seems to be to watch the new discs that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;arrived&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Netflix&lt;/span&gt; each week over Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights. Of course, we may have other things to do those evenings, but we do seem to watch a ton of movies. Provided I have not seen every movie that came out in 2010, here are a few of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Inception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Unique, thought provoking, and full of action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Toy Story 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Made me long to play with my Barbies and remember the beauty of childhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Easy A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Smart, funny, made me want Patricia &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Clarkson&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Stanley &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tucci&lt;/span&gt; for my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Black Swan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Beautiful, fragile, absolutely insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We do watch TV, and really like our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt;. I have to say though, there are not many new shows that debuted in 2010 that have made me a loyal viewer. We have watched No Ordinary Family and Raising Hope, but I have to say I wouldn't be terribly disappointed if they were gone. I am much more impressed by the shows that are still going strong in their second seasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Modern Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-this crazy family makes me laugh every week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Good Wife&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;passion, drama, and law with the amazing Julianna &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Margulies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Vampire Diaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-tense, sexy, always twisting plot of vampire goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Being Human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-what's not to love about about a vampire, a werewolf, and a ghost living together as roommates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One exception - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FX's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Archer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This cartoon about an inept spy agency is definitely for adults. It make us laugh out loud every episode with its &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;outrageousness&lt;/span&gt;. Look for Season 2 to start January 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Concerts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hubby is definitely a classic rock guy, and I guess I enjoy a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;strange&lt;/span&gt; mash up of music that is not necessarily current, but not really classic either. We did see some kick butt shows this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Steve &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Winwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-we had never seem a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;harpsichord&lt;/span&gt; in action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eric Clapton with Roger &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Daltrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Hubby says Slow Hand was the best concert he'd ever seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pat &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Benatar&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;REO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Speedwagon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Double trouble from the 80's under the stars at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Koka&lt;/span&gt; Booth Amphitheater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Joe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bonamassa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-The best young Blues guitarist around - it was our 3rd time seeing him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mollybond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-our neighbor and her 6 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bandmates&lt;/span&gt; making amazing music. Each woman writes and performs lead vocals on their own songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daniel Tosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-the handsome comedian has great sense of humor. Check out Tosh.0 on Comedy Central starting January 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vacations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Netherlands and Belgium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-the best vacation we have taken to date. The beer was intense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Asheville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-our first trip with the dogs. It didn't go as expected, but we will try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wilmington, NC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-our first real visit to this great seaside city that hosts &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NC's&lt;/span&gt; only Iron distance triathlon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Charleston/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kiawah&lt;/span&gt; Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-One can never be tired of Charleston. We have been over and over and I will always want to go back. This trip included a new destination - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kiawah&lt;/span&gt; Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Races&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This year was full of races for us. We each completed our first international distance triathlon (1500m swim, 45K bike, 10k run) in White Lake, NC, with our group of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt; friends. Hubby went on to complete his first Half Iron distance (1.2 mile swim, 56 mile bike, 13.1 mile run) race in Wilmington, while I finished an additional 6 triathlons at the sprint distance. We both completed the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kiawah&lt;/span&gt; Island half marathon as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great year 2010 was!! What was your best of 2010?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-7658091189158641513?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7658091189158641513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=7658091189158641513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/7658091189158641513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/7658091189158641513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-of-2010.html' title='Best of 2010'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-345098814202107543</id><published>2010-12-30T20:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T20:46:28.743-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewelry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Reborn Jewelry-Part II</title><content type='html'>So, I finally received my new jewelry.  I got the pendant first.  The pendant is not exactly what I first imagined, but it is lovely. It is an 18K gold dome with diamonds inset. I really pictured something less perfect and exact - a more abstract shape.  Now that I have the piece, I think it is much better than my original idea. This pendant will never go out of style. I can wear it tomorrow and I will still be able to wear it in 25 years.  I still want to buy a black cord for it, but for now, I am enjoying wearing it with my gold and silver chains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my ring just about two weeks ago.  My ring was delayed because my friend, Karl, the master jeweler who created these pieces, did not like the original mold. He did not think the ring lived up to his standards, so it was scrapped and the process started again.  I was really anxious to get the ring, but I trust his judgement.  The ring is extra special because it contains the two center stones from my mother's wedding set. It is a bypass style ring in white gold. One side contains the oval stone from the engagement ring and the other side is the straight baguette from the wedding band.  In the end, the ring turned out to be stunning.  It seems strange to wear it everyday, but that is why I had it made. So, I will enjoy it whenever I want. The ring is stunning regardless if I am wearing jeans or a dress. I think part of the reason it is stunning is that it is so special to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it was expensive. It did take a long time. It wasn't exactly as I imagined. Still, I am glad I did it and I am happy with the results. It took special pieces that would have sat in a drawer for the rest of my life, and gave them a chance to be worn again. I will cherish these pieces forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-345098814202107543?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/345098814202107543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=345098814202107543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/345098814202107543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/345098814202107543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/reborn-jewelry-part-ii.html' title='Reborn Jewelry-Part II'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-3290002132613276614</id><published>2010-10-28T16:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T16:15:05.651-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewelry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='customer service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Reborn Jewelry</title><content type='html'>I recently did something that I have been wanting to do for a long time.  I took my mother's wedding set and a pair of diamond stud earrings to a local jewelry store and am having them reset into something I can wear. I am so excited about this process.  Not only will I have very special pieces from my mother to wear, but I am having them restyled at a jewelry store where she went many, many years ago to have a piece redone from her grandmother. In a way, it is like a tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother passed away in 1997.  Since my father remarried and moved North, I have had most of her jewelry including her gorgeous wedding set - an oval center stone flanked by two tapered baguettes in the engagement ring and two more tapered baguettes on either side of a straight baguette in the wedding band.  I have always loved this piece obviously as it is a symbol of my parent's love.  It also has an amazing story.  My father was serving in Vietnam when he decided my mother was the one. He had his mother shop for engagement rings and take pictures of the top contenders. My grandmother mailed the photos to my dad in Vietnam who picked the winner.  My grandmother bought the ring for him, and mailed it to my mother. Can you imagine getting an engagement ring in the mail, then planning a wedding in the hopes that your intended is not killed in the war?  Well, luckily, my father served out his tour, came home, and they were married about a month later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had this amazing jewelry in a drawer for years. While the rings fit, there is really no way for me to wear them as I have my own gorgeous wedding set.  I also have a pair of diamond studs that were given to me by my husband, so those were excess as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the jewelry to &lt;a href="http://www.jewelsmith.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jewelsmith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and met Patrick.  I arrived just before closing one afternoon, but Patrick was kind enough to talk to me about what I wanted and show my some pieces that they had custom made for other clients. While the work was beautiful, there was no idea that really spoke to me. We decided to have another appointment to discuss the transformation further.  The next day, I have an idea (I was in the shower - it's weird that a lot of my great ideas come while I am showering).  I was so excited, I could barely contain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick loved my idea - two pieces. We could not find a way to put all of the stones in one ring.  It turns out that it is pretty tough to work with the tapered baguettes. I just didn't want to leave stones unused, but I also did not want to add additional stones. I felt like I would look at the ring and think "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; - is that the original stone or a matched one?"  Making two pieces, a pendant and a ring, would allow us to use all the stones without it looking like too much.  And so, the design process began...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-3290002132613276614?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3290002132613276614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=3290002132613276614' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/3290002132613276614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/3290002132613276614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/reborn-jewelry.html' title='Reborn Jewelry'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-8149785731385082976</id><published>2010-10-25T09:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T09:28:36.677-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the list'/><title type='text'>Daniel Tosh Live!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TMWT8ybfstI/AAAAAAAAAbo/nPGlSQACZEQ/s1600/Tosh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531990389833052882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TMWT8ybfstI/AAAAAAAAAbo/nPGlSQACZEQ/s320/Tosh.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Saturday night, hubby and I went to see the comedian Daniel Tosh perform live. We have been fans of his ever since we started watching his show Tosh.0 on Comedy Central. We also rented a DVD of a stand up concert called Completely Serious that he did. I just think he has a wonderful sense of humor. He is so quick, and he can point out things that are really funny in everyday life. I thoroughly enjoyed his show Saturday night. I had tears in the corner of my eyes for the entire show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the thing that impresses me most is that he seems to have no limits. He is frequently nude (with the appropriate areas blurred-darn it!) on his show. He has no problems dressing like a woman or a fairy, or pretty much anything else. He is also very good at everything. Viewers will send in challenges for him to do, and he always succeeds in fulfilling the challenge-running faster, jumping over more folding chairs, bicycle stunts - you name it. He seems to have so much confidence-something I lack. Of course, that being said, he could be a total manic depressive nut case who can only pull his sh*t together when on stage. Somehow, I doubt that is true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On top of all of that praise, he is really good looking. I think I need to add him to my list. Yep, Jason Statham and Daniel Tosh. A strange combo, but it works for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out the new season of Tosh.0 in January and look for his new concert DVD, Happy Thoughts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-8149785731385082976?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8149785731385082976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=8149785731385082976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/8149785731385082976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/8149785731385082976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/daniel-tosh-live.html' title='Daniel Tosh Live!'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TMWT8ybfstI/AAAAAAAAAbo/nPGlSQACZEQ/s72-c/Tosh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-1521998248578699980</id><published>2010-10-12T10:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T10:27:21.488-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triathlon'/><title type='text'>End of the Season</title><content type='html'>I did my final scheduled triathlon this past Sunday.  I was mostly pleased with my performance.  I did really well in the swim and the bike, but I continue to have issues with the run after bike.  I just can't get my legs back after biking for so long. I am not a fast runner to begin with, but it is even more difficult after biking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe triathlon season is almost over. I do have the option of one more race.  I keep thinking about it because I just think I am not ready for it to be over.  I have really enjoyed the races I have done this year. I have had far more diversity this year than in the past.  I have been able to reflect on the season a little bit and already have ideas for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to continue to do the one mile swim events. I really do enjoy swimming and these events are just fun.  After doing the final series event in August, I wished I have participated in the first three races. I plan to follow through on that plan in 2011.  I also need more practice in my wetsuit. By participating in the first mile swim of the series, I think I should get the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do like the sprint distance of triathlon, but I was not satisfied with my performance in the International distance.  I missed my goal by a few minutes, and I know I can do better. I want to try the International or Olympic distance again in 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have improved on the bicycle, but there is room for more improvement. That means more and more riding. I would like to keep up our weekly long group rides, but I may also need to so a mid week ride.  I have been receiving e-mails from a local women's riding group for months now, but have never joined them for a ride. I want to pursue that option this coming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My run is my worst event.  On Sunday, I finished 137 out of 510 in the swim, 100 on the bike, but 355 on the run.  If I could get my running to the level on the other events, I could really impact my overall finishes.  I need to figure out how to make these improvements.  I have a feeling it might start with practice, practice, practice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I leave this season feeling good about what I have accomplished, but knowing that there is more work to be done.  I have improved in 2010 over 2009, and I am looking forward to an even better year in 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-1521998248578699980?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1521998248578699980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=1521998248578699980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1521998248578699980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1521998248578699980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/end-of-season.html' title='End of the Season'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-8698367203650919639</id><published>2010-10-01T16:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T16:23:55.469-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>No Time!</title><content type='html'>It used to be that at the end of a given month, I would have a lot of free time at work.  I would have time to update my blog between projects and do other personal things that you just can't accomplish during non-work hours.  Things seem to have changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been much busier lately.  It seems like most of the day is filled with actual work.  I know it makes the day go by quicker, but I don't think I like it.  I miss updating my blog and other things. It seems like there is no time at home either. I feel like I am constantly on the move. I have piles of magazines on the floor waiting to be read, and it seems like such a long time since I read a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this period of "no time" is just a passing phase. It may be selfish, but I want my "me" time back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-8698367203650919639?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8698367203650919639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=8698367203650919639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/8698367203650919639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/8698367203650919639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-time.html' title='No Time!'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-9001866811684747679</id><published>2010-09-08T15:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T16:08:09.940-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='races'/><title type='text'>Nuclear Swim</title><content type='html'>I have been meaning to write this blog for about 2 weeks now, so here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I participated in a one mile open swim event called the Nuclear Swim on August 29.  Our friends, G and K, have been participating in this series of swims all summer.  We kid of thought they were crazy for doing a one mile open lake swim, but then decided it is probably a good idea.  Hubby will have to swim just over a mile for the half Ironman race, and we both need to swim just under a mile for our upcoming International distance. So, we signed up to make sure we could handle the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our swim was in Harris Lake, home to the Shearon Harris Nuclear facility (hence the race name). Interestingly, the lake is not open to swimmers on a normal basis.  This event was our second swim of the year at Harris as it is also the home to The Triangle Triathlon.  Our day started bright and early as we drove out to Harris, late, of course.  I was panicked that we would not be able to get our race numbers, but we made it (with little time to spare).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found our friend, G, and it was time to race.  The guys headed into the water, and the ladies followed 10 minutes behind them.  I watched from the water as the guys took off, and tried to calm myself for the event ahead.  The scary thing was that I could not even see the first swim buoy from where I was treading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, the horn sounded and the women were off.  My race strategy was to remain calm, and not worry about the race part.  I just wanted to make sure I finished.  The water was warm (thank you, Mr. Reactor) and very cloudy.  I didn't really worry about not seeing in the water as I was more worried about finding the first sighting buoy. Luckily, my strategy kept me behind the pack and it was easy to follow along.  I was swimming along when suddenly the water was not as opaque.  I could see the weeds in the water and they seemed to be about 6 inches below my face.  I didn't panic, but I was pretty grossed out by swimming just over the weeds.  I was also afraid I would get caught in them.  I did get tangled in a few weeds, but they cam right off.  I just hated knowing they were there.  Luckily, I was distracted by a kick to the face.  There was no blood, but it did make me stop for a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soon passed the sighting buoy and was at the first turn.  The course was like a rectangle, so we turned 90 degrees and continued to a second turn buoy.  I realized that I felt great (despite the kick).  I was calm and doing what I planned to do.  I actually felt confident. I even decided to try a barrel roll around the second turn buoy. I was please to see that I was no where near the last woman in the lake.  I kept this confidence as I headed back to shore.  Soon, I could see the lovely dancing blow up man beckoning me to the sand.  I was out of the lake in  44:31.7.  I felt fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I later found out that I beat both of the guys.  I was so pleased with my race.  I didn't come anywhere near winning, but I felt great during the swim.  I wish I had participated in the events earlier in the year.  At least I know I can do the distance this weekend.  I am already looking forward to competing in mile swims next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-9001866811684747679?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9001866811684747679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=9001866811684747679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/9001866811684747679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/9001866811684747679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/nuclear-swim.html' title='Nuclear Swim'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-1182548199276291233</id><published>2010-08-27T13:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T13:30:37.773-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Working is for Chumps</title><content type='html'>I know people who love their jobs.  I know people who feel fulfilled and satisfied with their careers.  I even know people who are of age to retire, but choose to continue to work.  I am not one of those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never really liked working. I don't feel that work &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;enhances&lt;/span&gt; my life or makes me feel good.  The only real satisfaction I get from a job is the money I receive from it.  I really find it to be more of a chore than anything else and I don't like to do chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the best job I ever had was the first job I had. For the summer between my freshman and sophomore years in high school, I was an ice cream scooper. I worked at a local drug store (more like a small Target of today) where there was an ice cream counter.  We didn't do anything fancy like shakes or sundaes, but we did do cones and cups or hand packed containers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what made it such a great job.  I guess we were busy - it was summer and we sold a single scoop of ice cream for 35 cents. Maybe it was the fun of being the first job and first paycheck I ever received. We did have a fun staff.  Most of them were also high school students, so we knew of each other.  It could have been the old fashioned cash register with the big buttons.  You would have to push the 30 cent button, then the 5 cent button, then sub total, and then the big black key for final total to get the drawer to open.  I even enjoyed the menial tasks like refilling the inventory and cleaning the utensils.  The joys of youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every job since then has become a little less enjoyable.  I guess the youthful days of summer are gone.  I don't hate my current job, but I can certainly think of other things I would rather be doing.  I would retire tomorrow if I could.  It is sad that those things that used to be such fun when you were a kid are not as much fun when you are a grown up.  Oh well, I guess there is nothing that can be done now but wait for retirement.  Then the fun will start again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-1182548199276291233?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1182548199276291233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=1182548199276291233' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1182548199276291233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1182548199276291233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/working-is-for-chumps.html' title='Working is for Chumps'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-2469723264963605667</id><published>2010-08-25T14:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T15:24:52.762-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='races'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triathlon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Pain Update</title><content type='html'>Update on my shoulder pain - there no longer is any pain!!  I was shocked (and very happy) to recover most of my mobility just a few days after seeing the orthopaedist. Now, I have no pain at all.  I am glad the Advil, heat, and rest did the trick.  Now I know the recipe for muscle pain relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoulder felt so good that I participated in the Triangle Sportsplex Triathlon this past Saturday.  It went fine. My results were not as good as I had hoped, but I don't think I can attribute any of it to the shoulder. It was the longest pool swim I have ever done in a tri - 400 meters. Luckily, the pool was really nice and had wide lanes. I only got passed once (by the 22 year old behind me).  I had some bad turns off the wall, but I finished the swim in 10:10 which was 39th out of 54 competitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a 2:03 T1, I was off on the bike.  I really did not study the race course or even ride it beforehand (I wasn't sure I was even going to be able to race), so I didn't know what was in store.  I should never participate in a race in a town that starts with the word "Hill".  The bike course was one hill after another. I don't think there was a flat section of the course.  It seemed that I was either going uphill or downhill for the full 12 miles. I am not a great uphill rider, so I finished in 46:45 - 42nd place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a shorter transition in T2, and was off for the double loop run course. The uphills were not friendly to my legs.  My calves felt like lead for probably the first 2 miles of the 3.1 mile course. I was planning to do 2 and 1's for the race, but I had to make adjustments for the big hill on the course. I was rounding the course to make the second loop when a water volunteer told me that I needed to start running now.  It really upset me.  He looked like he could run a marathon without breaking a sweat.  It was my race, and if I wanted to walk, it was my business. I finished well, but my time was dead last for the run at 37:37.  The sad part is that the time is very close to a PR for me. I don't know whether I should be happy that I ran close to a PR, or be sad because my near PR was the slowest run of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess overall I am happy with the race. I was glad I could participate at all.  It was nice to try a new race.  I just wish it were in a flatter place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-2469723264963605667?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2469723264963605667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=2469723264963605667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/2469723264963605667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/2469723264963605667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/pain-update.html' title='Pain Update'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-851243474924999833</id><published>2010-08-24T11:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T11:45:52.956-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>No Mosque</title><content type='html'>It makes me very sad to see the protests around this country regarding the building of mosques. I understand that 9/11 was a great tragedy for this nation.  I know how many lives were lost, and I understand that mourning needs to occur.  Still, I wish it could be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vast majority of people who practice Islam are not terrorists.  Islam is a religion that preaches peace, however, there is a sect of Muslims who believe in terrorism.  It is really not unlike other religions or groups.  There are extremists everywhere. There are people who call themselves Christians, yet believe it is their duty to kill doctors who perform abortions.  It just seems that many Americans can't see that not everyone who wants to build a mosque is an extremist who will bring terrorism to our nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these protests send such a bad message to the rest of the world.  We are supposed to be the land of tolerance - a place that was founded on the notion of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt; of religion.  Isn't that why the first settlers from Europe came here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a location so near to Ground Zero may not be the best place for a mosque or a Muslim Cultural Center.   Maybe it is too soon.  Still, I believe that we need to remember the principals that are the foundation of this great nation.  We need to continue to exercise those freedoms that we hold so dear and allow these mosques to be built around the country. Perhaps then, and only then, the true healing of this nation can occur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-851243474924999833?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/851243474924999833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=851243474924999833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/851243474924999833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/851243474924999833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-mosque.html' title='No Mosque'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-1388299556004540917</id><published>2010-08-15T11:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T11:32:15.003-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injury'/><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>Just when things seemed to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;falling&lt;/span&gt; into place, they pain came.  I had gone to Boot Camp last Monday morning and all seemed to be fine. I came home and changed for work, but did have some problems getting my sports bra off.  It had happened before. I guess the combination of sweat and a warm body doesn't make it easy to get the piece off.  I struggled a bit with my arms and torso stuck, but I did get it off. I went about my day and thought nothing more of it.  By Monday night, my left shoulder was really hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was one of those "just getting older" type injuries.  After two days of increasing pain, I knew it was more than that.  I was lucky to have already scheduled an appointment with my doctor for an annual physical, so I went and told her about the pain.  She &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;referred&lt;/span&gt; me to an orthopaedic doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to report that there was no damage according to the X rays.  It seems I have a bit on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tendinitis&lt;/span&gt; in my shoulder.  The recommended treatment is Advil and heat (I had been doing Tylenol and ice - definitely not right!) After three days of treatment, I am pleased to say that I feel much, much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky that I have never had an injury before now.  I did decide to drop out of boot camp until the next session (the coach actually wanted me to continue on with one arm), but I want to be 100% while I am there.  It seems that I have come to enjoy boot camp. I do like the changing routines and challenges.  I hope I will still be up for it in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bad week. I was really depressed and feeling such discomfort all week.  On top of it, my doctor told me I am too heavy and I need to lose weight. I know it to be true, but it is still hard to hear someone tell it to your face. All of this working out is fine, but without better control of eating habits, the weight will creep up.  I wound up crying for a little bit Friday morning, but it is amazing what a few days can do to your attitude.  I feel better now and ready to focus on trying to lose that weight. I know it will only help my sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how just a few days ago I felt like I had no control and things were spinning away from me. I guess that's what pain can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-1388299556004540917?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1388299556004540917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=1388299556004540917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1388299556004540917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1388299556004540917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-2780255495603999414</id><published>2010-07-26T15:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T16:00:52.405-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Boot Camp</title><content type='html'>Today was my first day of &lt;a href="http://crossfitdurham.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CrossFit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boot Camp.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CrossFit&lt;/span&gt; is a gym that had a different approach to fitness.  Each day is a different workout that may feature anything from running and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kettlebells&lt;/span&gt; to rowing and push-ups.  You never know what you are going to get, but each workout is designed to be a complete core workout, even if it only takes a few minutes.  The key is intensity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am familiar with the concept of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CrossFit&lt;/span&gt;.  My sister-in-law's sister-in-law owns a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CrossFit&lt;/span&gt; gym in Florida.  My own hubby has been a member of this gym for probably about a year now. I have been to an open house, but I have never done the workout myself because I always thought it would be too hard.  Hubby forwarded an e-mail announcing their latest edition of Boot Camp, and I decided to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had hoped today would be an orientation session.  It was not.  Our instructor, Ashley, introduced herself to us and got each of our names.  She then sent us out to run 400 meters as part of a warm up.  When we returned, she said that we would always warm up together. She got us started crossing back and forth the gym floor doing a variety of activities like high knee lifts in front, butt kicks to the back, and squats.  She then demonstrated each move for the main workout. Our workout today was repetitions of three exercises - push-ups, air squats, and sit-ups. We were to do them as fast as possible starting the first round with 10 of each, the second round with 9 of each, continuing until we were to zero.  When we finished, we were to yell "Time!" so she could record our times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do push-ups, so it was nice to see Ashley demonstrate several different options for movement including knees up or using a bar. She was more concerned with the posture of the push-up (straight back, chest down) that the leg position.  I finished last among the girls, but strangely, sooner than both the guys. I was a sweaty mess when I finished, but I did my first workout.  We finished with 30 seconds of plank, 30 seconds of rest for three rounds.  I was not able to get my body off the ground, so she again showed a modification.  Then, we were done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the drive home, I felt my right shoulder aching.  I knew I would be sore, but I think I tweaked something during the push-ups or the plank.  It brought to life my biggest fear - that this new workout could negatively impact my other training.  I need to be able to use my shoulder for Masters swim and for the race I have on Sunday.  I think it is just a fluke - a first time trying something new minor injury.  I hope it feels better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want upper body strength and core strength.  I just don't want to have to work hard or hurt to get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-2780255495603999414?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2780255495603999414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=2780255495603999414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/2780255495603999414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/2780255495603999414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/boot-camp.html' title='Boot Camp'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-4292679567961241547</id><published>2010-07-23T11:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T11:11:46.395-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JLDOC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quitting'/><title type='text'>It's Done</title><content type='html'>I finally did something that I have been wanting to do for a long time.  I quit The Junior League. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about quitting for a really long time.  I have never had the guts to do it until yesterday.  It is time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel what I stated in my resignation letter is true.  My personal life focus does not mesh with the demands and duties of The Junior League.  I have been thinking for months about just how little I could do this year just to get by.  I enjoy very little of the things the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JL&lt;/span&gt; does.  I hate Bargain Sale, I have no interest in children, and I have very few friends in the League.  I usually stand by the wall by myself during the meetings just waiting for it to end so I can leave.  I am just not in the same place in life that my fellow League member are.  Most of the women I came into the League with are now getting ready to have or have already had their second children. They go to play groups together.  I have no mutual interests with young mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited about this change.  It means I am free to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tri&lt;/span&gt; Club meetings and yoga, or to do anything else I want on a Wednesday night. I can also enjoy the two things I like about the League-Holiday Market and Home Roam-without being a member. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I finally made the right decision.  In this instance, quitting is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-4292679567961241547?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4292679567961241547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=4292679567961241547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/4292679567961241547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/4292679567961241547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-done.html' title='It&apos;s Done'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-7248705212875562022</id><published>2010-07-19T16:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T16:28:10.872-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triathlon'/><title type='text'>Training Time</title><content type='html'>We are now in serious training mode for the International Triathlon.   This past weekend, I ran 10 miles with my running group on Saturday, then went out to the lake with hubby and a friend on Sunday.  We did some open water swimming in the lake, then went on a 23 miles bike loop, and finished with a 1 mile run to get our legs under us.  It was a long, hot morning.  Afterward, we had sandwiches, so we didn't even have coffee on Sunday.  It was strange, but I think it will be the norm for the weeks to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is tough getting out of bed so early on the weekends. Weekends used to be the time we slept in and had a nice, big breakfast before reading the paper.  While I like getting out in the morning to finish the day's workout, it makes you so tired for the remainder of the day.  I think I will have to start adding naps to my weekend routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also contemplating joining a local gym called&lt;a href="http://www.crossfitdurham.com/"&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CrossFit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for a boot camp.  The whole concept of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CrossFit&lt;/span&gt; scares me, but it may be a good thing.  I have no upper body strength and very little core strength.  I know I need to work on these areas and that they will help my overall performance.  So, do I dive into the unknown?  I have until tomorrow to decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-7248705212875562022?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7248705212875562022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=7248705212875562022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/7248705212875562022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/7248705212875562022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/training-time.html' title='Training Time'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-8838851307253127736</id><published>2010-07-15T12:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T13:27:45.514-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='races'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triathlon'/><title type='text'>Triangle Triathlon x2</title><content type='html'>This past Sunday marked my second year of competing in The Triangle Triathlon.  This race is the toughest and longest race I have done to this date.  The Triangle &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tri&lt;/span&gt; is a 750 meter open water swim in Harris Lake (home to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shearon&lt;/span&gt; Harris Nuclear Reactor), a 17.5 mile bike ride, and a 3.1 mile run.  It is a longer swim and bike than the normal sprint triathlon, so it is a great race to test your endurance and see if you really want to move to the next level of triathlon racing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it was not the ideal time for a race.  Hubby and I just finished a two week no holds barred vacation in Europe.  There was plenty of eating and drinking (OK-lots and lots of drinking), but absolutely no training.  I was a bit concerned about how I would fare in this race, but it all worked out fine.  I would have probably done better without two weeks off, but that two weeks was worth it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to do the Sunday edition of this race.  Due to the popularity of the event, it was expanded to a full weekend this year. I am glad we chose the Sunday race as it was the smaller group of the two days.  We arrived early at the race site, but had no problem getting a parking space inside the park.  Soon, we had our race packets, our bodies marked, and our transition area set up. It was time to hang out with G &amp;amp; K and our good friend C who got up way too early in the morning to cheer the four of us in this race. G and Hubby were in the water soon, and K and I were waiting for our turn to take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my usual when starting the open water swim.  I started in the rear of the group to the outside.  The gun went off and we were off.  The water was very warm (high 80s), but murky. The race course takes you out to a triangle buoy where you turn left and head to another triangle buoy before returning to the shore.  The nice part about the first length of the swim is the electrical wires and poles in the lake.  It makes for easy spotting while swimming.  I felt that I held me own with the group and didn't get too far behind.  My arms were aching, but I kept moving without getting run over by other swimmers. After what felt like a long time (really only 19:02 minutes), I was out of the water.  I had trimmed over 3 minutes from my time last year and would later find out that I had beaten both G and Hubby in the swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a long run from the water to the transition, but again I bettered my time from last year.  I changed as quickly as I could, and was off on the bike course.  I was passed by a few folks heading out of the park.  I think that biking may be the weakest area for me.  The first few miles of the course are not too bad, with more rolling hills than steep hills.  I did manage to pass a few people on my own, and played back and forth with a few others.  I was nervous about what I knew was coming - the killer hill.  It is a long steady incline a little over half way through the course.  It wasn't as bad as I anticipated.  I made the steady climb, and soon turned right onto &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Avent&lt;/span&gt; Ferry Road. I got some water and a GU packet, and was re-energized for the ride back to the park.  I was picking up some really good speed when I saw something no athlete wants to see - a biker down of the side of the road.  I heard later that he was clipped by a car and landed in a ditch.  The police, a fire truck, and race officials were there with the athlete.  I hope he was OK.  I made it back to the transition area taking about 8 minutes off my ride from last year.  I finished it in 1:08:49.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to have some problems at this point.  My T2 time was slower than 2009 (must put the pull tabs on my running shoes!), and I knew I was tired. I headed out to the run course, but I knew what was waiting for me.  It is a short run on asphalt leading to a trail.  I am not a trail runner at all.  I was having problems with my legs and had to take walk breaks more often that I wanted. I would count about 45 breaths running, then walk for about 30 breaths.  I did improve over the course, but it was still difficult to run on the trail with little shade in July.  It was getting hot. I would be sure to dump water on my head at every water stop. I finally reached one stop, and the volunteers told me I had about .2 miles left - thank goodness!  I could hear the finish and I was heading home.  I ran in from the trail to the finish (must look good crossing the finish line), but I was beat there by another triathlete - a 72 year old woman in a green &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt; suit!  Oh well, she looked great.  I finished the run in 42:07, a disappointing two minutes slower than last year.  I blame the vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I finished the race in 2:16:25, a better time than the 2:26:54 I posted in 2009. I hope 2011 will be even better.  Now, it is time to hit the training hard. We have less that 2 months until the White Lake International race, and I want to be ready.  Gotta run!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-8838851307253127736?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8838851307253127736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=8838851307253127736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/8838851307253127736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/8838851307253127736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/triangle-triathlon-x2.html' title='Triangle Triathlon x2'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-6684562588112442977</id><published>2010-07-13T14:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T14:07:26.293-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Forgot one!!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I forgot this item on my travel list.  It's a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Chocolate for breakfast&lt;/strong&gt; - Our innkeepers introduced us to this concept.  One morning on the table was a box of dark chocolate sprinkles, like the kind you would put on an ice cream sundae.  These sprinkles, however, are not for ice cream.  They are for toast!  Toast a piece of bread, spread butter or jelly on it, and top with chocolate.  Brilliant!!  Every day after that one, we enjoyed some form of chocolate with breakfast.  As Martha would say, it's a good thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-6684562588112442977?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6684562588112442977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=6684562588112442977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/6684562588112442977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/6684562588112442977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/forgot-one.html' title='Forgot one!!'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-7626709146349696745</id><published>2010-07-12T14:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T15:06:02.765-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planning'/><title type='text'>What I Learned while Travelling</title><content type='html'>Hubby and I recently returned from an amazing two week vacation in The Netherlands and Belgium.  We have been to Europe before, but this trip was the biggest travel endeavor I have ever taken.  I learned a lot about travel, trips, and Europe, so I thought I would share some tips here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Don't be afraid to plan a big trip yourself&lt;/strong&gt; - Initially, we contacted a travel agent because I was too scared to plan a trip like this one by ourselves.  We wasted time and effort with the agent.  She just did not have the same vision we did, so we went in our own direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Buy the guide book &lt;/strong&gt;- There are so many great travel guidebooks for purchase.  Even on short trips, I will go to the library and borrow a copy of the guide for our destination. They give great advice and tips for the best places to visit, to eat, to shop, and to stay.  I usually go for a Fodor's book, but we used Rick Steves' book for this trip. It was a great guide and we used it throughout the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Stay in a B&amp;amp;B if possible&lt;/strong&gt; - We stayed in 3 different places on our trip, and used bed and breakfasts in 2 locations. It was wonderful to share someone's home for a few days. The service was outstanding and the locations were small (one had two rooms, the other three). The hosts were amazing and were so helpful to us during the trip. It was just such a treat to be able to stay in a ship's captain's home from 1667.  We also met a great couple in one of the B&amp;amp;Bs and have planned to get together with them here in the states. B&amp;amp;Bs are usually less expensive than commercial hotels, but offer the same (or better) amenities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Cash! &lt;/strong&gt;- If you are travelling to Europe, it isn't going to be cheap. As our new friends said, "Bring a few clothes, take bags of cash."  We found that it was much easier to pay as much as possible with Euros.  It is also less expensive in the long run.  Our ATM fees were 1% of the withdrawl amount plus a nominal fee for using the machine.  Credit card purchases carry a 3% transaction fee and may require a European PIN to work in certain places.  We also found that our bank have a foreign currency department. We were able to order Euros from the bank and pay only a delivery fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Prepurchase tickets&lt;/strong&gt;  - While we were in Amsterdam, I knew I really wanted to see The Anne Frank House.  I prepurchased the admission tickets online a few weeks before our trip.  I am so glad I did.  We bypassed a huge line of people and walked right in to the museum with our paper tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Trains&lt;/strong&gt; - The trains really intimidated me, so we prepurchased the majority of our tickets before the trip. While it did save time standing in line, I think it was cheaper to buy the tickets at the station.  I think in the future, I would buy day trip tickets in the stations.  For major trips to big city central stations, I would buy those tickets online. I would also buy either Thalys (high speed with assigned seating) or first class tickets. On our train from Brussels to Bruges, we had to stand for the entire 45 minute journey.  It was hot and uncomfortable.  We almost had the same problem from Antwerp to Amsterdam (a 2 hour trip), but we did find out you can squat in first class if you don't have a ticket or you can buy an upgrade to first class on the train.  That upgrade was worth every penny to not have to stand for 2 hours in a very hot area between two cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Europe is so laid back&lt;/strong&gt; - I love the USA - please don't understand.  While travelling to Europe, however, I realized just how restrictive the US can be.  Land of "Yes, we can?"  More like the land of "No, you can't because it is against federal regulation US527."  We toured a medieval 13th century castle by ourselves. It was worn and have very steep stairs, but we know what we were going to be doing. I wonder if the various regulatory agencies would have allowed something like that in the US.  There was no handicap access, no guiderails on the stairs, no screens or safety material on the windows - it was a fantastic "at your own risk" tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. English spoken here &lt;/strong&gt;- We never had any communication problems on our trip.  Although English is not their first language, we met people who could speak at least a little English. Everyone was wonderful and had no problems translating menus or anything else we needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Go for it!&lt;/strong&gt; - You are on vacation, so do things you would not do every day.  We went for a hot air balloon ride over Bruges, and it was amazing!  It was such a unique and wonderful experience, and a memory I will always cherish from this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. No goofy souvenirs&lt;/strong&gt; - For once, I decided not to buy postcards, magnets,  or other dust catchers.  I bought a few pieces of jewelry and we got several Belgian beer glasses which we intended to purchase during our trip. Other than that, we have about 1500 amazing pictures to remind us of this great trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It truly was a wonderful trip. We were excited for months leading up to this trip, but we were both scared to hope it would be everything we wanted it to be. It was everything and more. It was the greatest vacation to date. We are already thinking about our next trip to Europe.  Should it be Germany/Austria or Italy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-7626709146349696745?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7626709146349696745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=7626709146349696745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/7626709146349696745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/7626709146349696745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-i-learned-while-travelling.html' title='What I Learned while Travelling'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-5805799706436299986</id><published>2010-06-11T10:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T11:51:32.204-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>I Hate...</title><content type='html'>Last night, we were watching a new episode of Tosh.0 (if you don't know it, it is a weekly series on Comedy Central hosted by comedian Daniel Tosh where he shows and makes fun of various things posted on the Internet - love it!)  One of the videos he featured was an I Hate rant.  After watching a rant posted by a random person, Tosh did one of his own.  I have decided to write my rant here.  So, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate narrow minded people&lt;br /&gt;I hate cigarette smoke&lt;br /&gt;I hate disorganization&lt;br /&gt;I hate poor grammar&lt;br /&gt;I hate stubbing my toe&lt;br /&gt;I hate vomiting&lt;br /&gt;I hate being scared&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling insecure&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who drive and talk on their cell phones&lt;br /&gt;I hate that my best friends and family live so far from me&lt;br /&gt;I hate reading about Heidi &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Montag&lt;/span&gt; all the time&lt;br /&gt;I hate when my favorite sub shop puts too much mayo on my sandwich&lt;br /&gt;I hate "sales" where you have to buy two or more things to get the deal&lt;br /&gt;I hate season finale cliff hangers&lt;br /&gt;I hate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate not remembering things as well as I used to&lt;br /&gt;I hate that weekend are only two days&lt;br /&gt;I hate paper cuts&lt;br /&gt;I hate what the oil leak is doing to the Gulf&lt;br /&gt;I hate war&lt;br /&gt;I hate packing&lt;br /&gt;I hate having to wait for the next book in a great series to be published&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who cheat on their expense reports&lt;br /&gt;I hate having to wait to get New Release DVDs&lt;br /&gt;I hate unnecessary "Reply to All" E-mails&lt;br /&gt;I hate traffic&lt;br /&gt;I hate gray hairs&lt;br /&gt;I hate when  my printer says there is no paper when there is paper&lt;br /&gt;I hate excessive amounts of staples in paper&lt;br /&gt;I hate brown &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nosers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aaah&lt;/span&gt;.  I feel much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you hate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-5805799706436299986?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5805799706436299986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=5805799706436299986' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/5805799706436299986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/5805799706436299986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-hate.html' title='I Hate...'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-5280259787367413417</id><published>2010-06-10T15:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:48:51.346-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><title type='text'>Time to try something new</title><content type='html'>We like to challenge ourselves to doing at least one new thing a year. In the past few years, we have run half marathons, then marathons, then triathlons, then longer triathlons (still not done with that one yet!)  We have also tried new classes and things we have just always wanted to do (Yes, I have a bucket list.)  Well, I tried something new on Tuesday, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, a website called &lt;a href="http://www.groupon.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Groupon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (which I am now addicted to) featured a daily deal to a local indoor rock climbing center called The Vertical Edge.  I was familiar with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VE&lt;/span&gt; as hubby has climbed there on and off for many years.  I have been there and I have watched people climb, but I have never done it myself.  So, I used the deeply discounted deal as an excuse to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for the class and arrived at 7pm as an eager student.  Of course, my eagerness waned after the instructor told us it was about a two hour class (I was expecting to be there about an hour so we could then head out to dinner).  Since I was there, I tried to make the best of it.  We first learned how to fasten the harness properly (see red and you are dead), and then we moved on to knots.  We learned how to tie in to the climbing ropes safely.  After learning how to be a safe climber, we learned how to tie in as a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;belayer&lt;/span&gt; (the person who stays on the ground to make sure the climber will not fall if he/she slips.)  There were more knots, safety positions, and voice commands to learn.  Soon, we were on the floor ready to belay with the instructor as backup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby got to be my climber.  He headed up the wall and took a series of falls - some planned and some unplanned. I was able to belay him (after the initial jolt of weight - it is really not hard.)  I took my test, and passed with flying colors.  I am good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did spend some more time belaying for Bill.  It is actually kind of fun to focus on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; climb and know you are there to catch them if they fall.  It was nice to be able to hold up hubby's entire weight and lower him after he finished his climb.  It made me feel strong (yes, there are pulleys, friction, and safety equipment so you are not holding all of their weight, but it still made me feel good.)  The only thing I did not do is climb myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like a good idea until I got there, but then all sorts of things crossed my mind.  What if I am too fat to climb?  What if I get scared of the height and freeze?  What if the rope breaks and I fall?  What happens if I just can't do it?  These thoughts kept me grounded this time, but I still had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the deal included a pass for a second session and equipment rental.  I have a chance to go back when I am ready.  I only hope that this time I don't keep my feet on the ground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-5280259787367413417?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5280259787367413417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=5280259787367413417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/5280259787367413417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/5280259787367413417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-to-try-something-new.html' title='Time to try something new'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-3233984437168393934</id><published>2010-05-28T12:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T12:54:50.045-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool shows'/><title type='text'>New Toy #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TAACHksyciI/AAAAAAAAAbY/fwT8uS1hyrc/s1600/hero.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476379476016394786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TAACHksyciI/AAAAAAAAAbY/fwT8uS1hyrc/s320/hero.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have finally come into the cell phone technology era. For years, hubby and I had just phones. Yes, the salespeople at the store would just stare at us when we requested a cell phone that just made phone calls-no camera, no data, no messaging. Well, with the end of our latest cellular contract, we decided to take the leap. Yes, that's right. We are Smartphone users with full plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been strange getting used to the new technology. I can text message now - so weird! I have to say that it come in handy. Just last night, I was able to send a message to a friend who was at a concert. He got the message - no screaming over the phone or disturbing those around him. The phone also has a calendar function. It has been fun getting all of my various events loaded into the phone. There has been a lot of syncing between the phone, my computer, and my ITouch. I have been working the past few days to update my "people" as well. I have been eliminating the duplicates and cleaning up my entries (finding those entries that make you say who is this person?) It has been a lot of work, but I think I am finally ready to get the most use out of the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My biggest issue is with my ITouch.  I love my ITouch.  It is a great device, but lacks the phone and camera functions of my new Hero.  For now, I am carrying both with me, but I am wondering how long it will last.  I really don't need the ITouch any more -the phone does everything it does and more.  I just don't want to part with it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is always fun to get a new toy.  With the new toy, you also get to buy new accessories.  I got a great hot pink case for my phone that makes it look less plain and helps to differentiate my phone from hubby's exact same model.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy for now, but I wonder what the next great thing in cell phones may be.  I hope we can just enjoy this one before it becomes obsolete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-3233984437168393934?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3233984437168393934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=3233984437168393934' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/3233984437168393934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/3233984437168393934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-toy-3.html' title='New Toy #3'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TAACHksyciI/AAAAAAAAAbY/fwT8uS1hyrc/s72-c/hero.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-859319274497202862</id><published>2010-05-11T20:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T21:00:50.628-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><title type='text'>Menthi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/S-oLixKVnzI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/YXDShTxJTV0/s1600/Menthi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470197389335043890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/S-oLixKVnzI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/YXDShTxJTV0/s320/Menthi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had the great pleasure to be able to travel to one of my lifelong best friend's 40th birthday party this past weekend. My friend is of Indian descent and decided to throw herself a Goddess party. In true Goddess fashion, one of the traditions that my friend wanted all of her fellow goddesses to experience was menthi. Menthi is the process of putting henna designs on the hands (and sometimes the legs or other places). It was a unique experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The artist (and believe me, she is truly an artist) cleaned the back of my hands and used a small, fine point funnel to apply a mud colored paste to the hands. All of the designs were done completely freehand. The paste had a pleasant tingly feeling as it dried. After about 10-15 minutes, the paste started to turn black. The artist then used a lemon water mixture to apply to the black harden paste. We tried very hard to keep our hands stable and to not smudge the design. As it dried, it sometimes fell off in areas, like small scabs (gross, I know, but true). There were little pieces of menthi all over the condo - it was like a rampant rabbit pooped all over the place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We kept the paste on our hands as long as we could, and eagerly awoke at about 7:30 am to see how our hands looked. Leaving black pieces all over our respective sheets, we went to the sink to wash off any remaining bits. Under the faucets, we got our first glimpse of the gorgeous work. I absolutely love my hands now. It looks like lace on my hands. I am sad to notice a difference already in the quality of the henna. I wish it would stay longer that the week or two, but it just gives me an excuse to do it again. Soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-859319274497202862?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/859319274497202862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=859319274497202862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/859319274497202862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/859319274497202862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/menthi.html' title='Menthi'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/S-oLixKVnzI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/YXDShTxJTV0/s72-c/Menthi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-4930229746661714029</id><published>2010-04-23T15:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T16:02:40.943-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='older'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>The other alternative is dying</title><content type='html'>It seems that this year, more than any other, I have really noticed that I am aging.  It is not so much my mindset, but my physical body.  In my mind, I am still the same person I have always been.  I know that technically I am an adult, that I have a job, pay my bills, take care of a home, a husband, and two dogs.  I still feel like a kid though, as if I am just playing at these things.  My mind does not feel any different that it did 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body is a totally different story.  I noticed this week that I have a lot of silver hair growing near my scalp.  I have been coloring my hair for years, but I have never noticed  these hairs like I have this past week.  It made me briefly wonder what my hair really looks likes under all this dye, but then it made me even more determined not to find out.  I also have floaters in my eyes now.  Every now and again, a lovely little black spot flies past my eye and there is nothing I can do about it.  Some days, my body just feels like it is slowly breaking down - the knees are a little tight, the muscles are a little more tender.  I went through a phase where I believed I was having heart issues.  Every little twitch makes me think something could possibly be wrong.  I was never like this before.  I am middle aged.   When the heck did that happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-4930229746661714029?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4930229746661714029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=4930229746661714029' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/4930229746661714029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/4930229746661714029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/other-alternative-is-dying.html' title='The other alternative is dying'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-3596163536888288529</id><published>2010-04-22T14:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T14:42:43.063-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>Just When I thought it was over</title><content type='html'>Funny addition to the Great Hair Saga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that K did a really great job, and I have decided to continue seeing her.  I had booked my next appointment about 3 weeks ago, but as of last night, I have a change of plans.  I won't be able to keep my scheduled appointment - I needed to move it back one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, K is not available one week earlier, but guess who is?  That's right.  It looks like I will be seeing J again.  I hope she believes in bygones...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-3596163536888288529?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3596163536888288529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=3596163536888288529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/3596163536888288529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/3596163536888288529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-when-i-thought-it-was-over.html' title='Just When I thought it was over'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-6431547893982385056</id><published>2010-04-19T15:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T15:34:59.003-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='races'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triathlon'/><title type='text'>First Triathlon of the Season-2010</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my first triathlon of the 2010 season.  Bill and I chose to do the Triangle Orthopaedic Sprint &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Traithlon&lt;/span&gt;.  We figured this would b&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; a good event to start because it featured a challenging swim - a 750 meter open water lake swim.  In retrospect, I may not chose this event again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race began at 8:00 am on a very chilly April morning.  The race took place on NC State's Centennial Campus in Raleigh.  We woke at about 5:30 am, and arrived at the race site at about 6:30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.  At this point, I was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt over my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt; suit.  I was still a bit cold setting up my transition area.  I did recently purchase a wetsuit for racing, but I have been having issues with the fit.  Since I have not been able to get it on properly, I decided to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;forgo&lt;/span&gt; the wetsuit.  I was quite disappointed to find that about 98% of the other 257 participants were wearing wetsuits.  I became quite nervous prior to the start, but I have never quit a race.  So, I stripped down and headed to the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swim was in Lake Raleigh.  It was a "dock" start meaning that each participant went in to the water one at a time.  We walked down the boat ramp into the water.  I was freezing just standing in line waiting for my start.  I had no idea what was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lake temperature on Friday afternoon was 65 degrees.  In contrast, our pool at the wellness center is kept at 84 degrees.  To say the water was shockingly cold is an understatement.  I went in to the water and pretty much screamed for the first 100 meters.  I was just shouting "cold" or "ah" because I could not help it.  I could not put my face in the water; it simply took all of the air from my body.  So, I did a weird version of a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; paddle until I was able to get acclimated.  I can honestly say that I never became comfortable in the water, but I was able to get my head down and take two strokes before needing to breathe.  There were some good things about my swim.  I did not feel tired during the swim.  It is a much longer distance when you get in the water than it looks from the shore.  Still, I felt my sighting of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;buoys&lt;/span&gt; was good.  It was a much smoother swim than my first open water swim at the Triangle Triathlon last year.  I did not have to stop to look for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;buoys&lt;/span&gt;, and I did not need to resort to the breast stroke because I was tired.  It took a bit on time getting out of the water (I planted my right foot on the boat ramp to get out, and my left foot slipped off.  I was down in the water again, so I took extra time making sure my footing was good before trying again).  I actually knocked about 2 minutes from my other 750 meter swim time.  I wonder how much better I would have done in perfect conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being barefoot, so I left a pair of flip flops to grab on my way to transition.  From the lake, you had to run up a long hill to the sidewalk, then over to the grassy transition area.  I decided to take my time getting back to transition, but I was soon off on the bike.  I saw my friend, Amy, shortly after starting the bike.  I was still pretty cold, but it was nice of her to check in with me.  We shouted encouragement to each other before we parted ways.  The 10.5 miles bike route was on open roads.  It was a big, hilly loop around Raleigh.  I found out very quickly that the roads around NC State are not well maintained.  At some points, I was shaking quite hard going over the rough asphalt.  Again, the bike was the strongest of my disciplines.  I finished in 43:45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into transition to drop my bike, and found that my neighbor's bike was laid down across my spot.  I was really frustrated since I now had to put up that bike while attempting to balance my own.  Luckily, a nice man head my cries, and took my competitor's bike from me.  I changed shoes, and headed out on the 3.1 mile run.  Running in a triathlon is always a weakness for me.  My legs are just shot after the bike.  This run had a particularly hilly first mile.  We wandered through campus, and I thought it seemed like most of the mile was uphill.  I had to stop to walk quite a bit.  Mile 2 was much better as we finally got a bit of a downhill break.  I was able to run more by then and felt much more comfortable.  Of course, the race ended on yet another up hill, so I walked a bit until I got near the finish line.  I did finish in a run at 39:15.  My overall finish time was 1:51:02.4.  I was hoping to finish under 2 hours, so my goal was met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a tough choice for a first race - cold weather, COLD water, and lots of hills.  During the race, I would have said I will never do this event again.  Now, a day later, I am thinking about next year.  With some better preparation, I just might be able to break my course record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next triathlon:  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ramblin&lt;/span&gt;' Rose Raleigh - May 23.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-6431547893982385056?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6431547893982385056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=6431547893982385056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/6431547893982385056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/6431547893982385056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-triathlon-of-season-2010.html' title='First Triathlon of the Season-2010'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-216787853086301984</id><published>2010-03-26T15:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T15:26:12.940-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>The Great Hair Saga</title><content type='html'>Well, I got my haircut last Saturday, and received another good cut from K.  J was there during my appointment, and was very nice.  She came over to say hello and returned later to show me pictures of her new baby.   There seemed to be no awkwardness in the appointment.  Still, I did not make another appointment yet.  I was not sure who to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week of styling my hair and looking at it in the mirror, I am still happy with my cut.  So, I think I am going to have to make the next appointment with K.  She does a good job, and I really like her.  It is no bad reflection on J, but it just seems that K and I are on the same page.  It is not a personal decision, it is purely business.  I just hope J sees it that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-216787853086301984?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/216787853086301984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=216787853086301984' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/216787853086301984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/216787853086301984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/great-hair-saga.html' title='The Great Hair Saga'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-8138509020841100544</id><published>2010-03-19T11:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T11:36:35.983-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><title type='text'>A love of Reading</title><content type='html'>I was very lucky to be raised by two parents who loved to read.  The love of reading was passed down to me at an early age.  I can remember the first book I read - Richard Scary's I Am A Bunny.  I actually bought a copy of that book a few years back and have it proudly displayed in my living room.  It is still a favorite!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been an avid reader for as long as I can remember.  I recall finishing up my math problems as quickly as possible in high school so I could have a few minutes to be able to read my latest novel.  I remember moving away to college and having no television.  I remember thinking I would never be alone or be bored as long as I had a good book.  I remember travelling to Europe for summer school in college and carrying 10 books for the six week trip.  I could not be without a book!  I still do not understand friends of mine who say they are not readers.  I cannot imagine my life without books in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love to read, but it has become harder and harder to find the time to do it.  Our library allows a three week period for each borrowed book.  I used to laugh at the time period.  Really, who needs three full weeks to read one book?  Now I know - I do!  I just recently finished reading The Help (fabulous book - you must read it!) and it took me the one day shy of three weeks to finish it.  It took so long that I had to return the other book I borrowed unread.  I have never had to return an unread book until recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote Charles Buxton "You will never find time for anything. If you want time, you must make it."  I guess I need to start making time for reading.  It is something I truly love to do, so it shouldn't be too difficult.  I do know what I will be doing during my two week vacation this summer.  There are a lot of books out there just waiting for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-8138509020841100544?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8138509020841100544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=8138509020841100544' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/8138509020841100544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/8138509020841100544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-of-reading.html' title='A love of Reading'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-2004817953397773082</id><published>2010-03-17T09:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T09:48:30.362-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Is the substitute better? - Part 2</title><content type='html'>Please see my 2/6/10 blog post for part 1 of this saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have a hair appointment this Saturday at 1:00pm.  Last week, I received a call from the salon about the appointment.  The receptionist told me that J, my stylist and friend who was on maternity leave, will be in the salon on Saturday.  She said it did not matter if I wanted to keep my appointment with K or change over to J.  She just wanted to let me know since it would be one of J's first days back at work.  I was torn.  I knew this decision was coming, but I still did not want to make it.  K gave me a good haircut, and I thought I would get one more appointment to decide if I liked her styling.  In the heat of the moment, I told her I would go ahead and keep my appointment with K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on Monday I received a phone call from J herself.  She wanted to be sure I knew she would be in.  I kind of stammered and said I wanted to keep my appointment for that specific time of day.  She said she could take me in the same slot, so it was not a problem.  Then she said it did not matter either way.  Well, I stuck to my guns and said I would go ahead and keep the appointment with K.  I can at least say (this time) that I had scheduled the appointment 6 weeks in advance (which is usual for me) and I felt I needed to keep the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt; to K.  J seemed OK about it.  I told her I was looking forward to seeing her, and she said she would bring pictures of the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have bought some time.  I get another appointment with K, and I hope I have not ruined a relationship with J.  I guess I will know on Saturday.  I will keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-2004817953397773082?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2004817953397773082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=2004817953397773082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/2004817953397773082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/2004817953397773082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-substitute-better-part-2.html' title='Is the substitute better? - Part 2'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-7582887712251596390</id><published>2010-03-10T17:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T17:33:28.706-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greatness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>Baba O'Reilly Meets Slowhand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/S5gd9STyPrI/AAAAAAAAAbI/GGAGfnf4ELs/s1600-h/Daltrey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 226px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447136688028663474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/S5gd9STyPrI/AAAAAAAAAbI/GGAGfnf4ELs/s320/Daltrey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday night, hubby and I had the great joy of being able to see two legends in concert - Roger &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Daltrey&lt;/span&gt; and Eric Clapton. Hubby says it was the best show he has ever seem, and I have to agree it is definitely near the top of my list, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show took place at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;RBC&lt;/span&gt; Center - home of the Carolina Hurricanes and NC State &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wolfpack&lt;/span&gt;. The stage took up a good portion of the oval shape floor. We had great seats - row N on stage right about 3 sections from the stage. Those seats were worth every penny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show started promptly at 7:30pm (gotta love the more seasoned musicians - no need to stroke the ego by having the crowd wait). Roger &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Daltrey&lt;/span&gt; and his band (which includes Pete Townsend's brother, Simon) started the crowd rocking with a favorite from The Who "I Can See for Miles." Hubby and I were lucky to see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Daltrey&lt;/span&gt; in another venue in October. His set list was a condensed version of that show, and just as fantastic as it was. He did several Who songs as well as a few bluesy covers and his own music. It was an absolute treat to be able to see him again. My hubby is a huge fan, and to see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Daltrey&lt;/span&gt; twice in 5 months was just great. He finished with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Baba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;O'Reilly&lt;/span&gt;, which is now on my short list for greatest song ever written, and the whole arena was on its feet. I have never seen an opening act receive a standing ovation, but it was no ordinary opening act.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/S5gd0j8qXBI/AAAAAAAAAbA/bg0KO4p-smM/s1600-h/Clapton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447136538144693266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/S5gd0j8qXBI/AAAAAAAAAbA/bg0KO4p-smM/s320/Clapton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clapton took the stage about 20 minutes later. Again, no making the crowd wait. He said very little to the audience over the course of the show, but his guitar sure did speak. He is probably the most amazing guitar player I have ever had the pleasure of seeing and hearing. It was wonderful just to watch his hands. His voice sounded great - just like the new Cream of Clapton CD I purchased. His set focused mostly on the blues side of his music. I never realized just how much the blues influenced Eric Clapton. I know the blues brought about the birth of rock and roll, but I had always associated Clapton more with rock. I was glad to be introduced to these other songs. He did play some favorites - I Shot the Sheriff, Layla, Wonderful Tonight, and Cocaine. He closed after a single encore song - Crossroads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just a fantastic show. I cannot say enough about how wonderful it was. I feel truly lucky to have been able to see these two legends in concert. The talent, both from years of experience and natural born, was great to see. Even over 60 years of age, these two men can put on one heck of a show. The younger guys should take note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos courtesy of John &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rottet&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;newsobserver&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up next - George &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thorogood&lt;/span&gt; and The Destroyers&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/30170794-7582887712251596390?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7582887712251596390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=7582887712251596390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/7582887712251596390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/7582887712251596390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/baba-oreilly-meets-slowhand.html' title='Baba O&apos;Reilly Meets Slowhand'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/S5gd9STyPrI/AAAAAAAAAbI/GGAGfnf4ELs/s72-c/Daltrey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-4400198057142850700</id><published>2010-03-09T18:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T19:12:20.452-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointment'/><title type='text'>Oscar Wrap Up</title><content type='html'>I love all of the award shows, so I was, of course, seated on the sofa Sunday night for the big show, The Oscars. I watched the show in its entirety - from the Barbara Walters Special to the Red Carpet arrivals and all the way through the Best Picture announcement. Am I glad I did it? Two days later, I can actually say not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved the choice of Alec Baldwin and Steve Martin as co-presenters. They were fabulous every time they hit the stage. I laughed all the way through their monologue, but there was not enough of them. I thought we were off to a great start. What happened over the course of the next 3 hours and 45 minutes was not as exciting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year the Oscars doubled the best picture nominees from 5 to 10. They expanded the list because the chief complaint about the Oscars is that the show is too predictable. It's true. It is the last award show of the season, so we have already heard what the Hollywood Foreign Press (Golden Globes), the actors (SAG Awards), the directors (Director's Guild), the producers (Producers Guild), and even the British (BAFTA) have decided are the best performances of the year. When it comes to Oscar time, it is really a moot point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it happened, the Oscars went to exactly the actors, director, and picture that were most often predicted to receive it. It was kind of a letdown. I almost wanted Jeremy Renner or Meryl Streep to win just to shake it up a bit, but the odds on favorites did win. The sad part is also that the actors knew they were all expected to win as well. None of them expressed any surprise when their names were called. In January, there was a little shock and an impromptu acceptance speech. Now, the speeches were all well rehearsed. Nice, but a bit too thought out before hitting the stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were some nice surprises along the way - a great tribute to John Hughes, a funny give and take between Tina Fey and Robert Downey, Jr., and a special Modern Family commercial that had me laughing. There was also, however, and awful interpretive dance, an unnecessary tribute to horror films, and an awkward on stage appearance by all of the lead acting nominees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps next year I will skip the staying up until midnight and just catch the highlights the following day. Or maybe I will DVR it so I can skip all the boring stuff and get right to the end. What I won't skip is the fashion photos and reviews. I think that is possibly the best part of the evening. My pick for Best Dressed at the 2010 Oscars? Sandra Bullock, hands down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/S5bjkoKIYgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/8DqEhyCr1MU/s1600-h/Sandra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446791017745900034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/S5bjkoKIYgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/8DqEhyCr1MU/s320/Sandra.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, tell me, what did you think? Or did you even watch the show?&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/30170794-4400198057142850700?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4400198057142850700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=4400198057142850700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/4400198057142850700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/4400198057142850700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/oscar-wrap-up.html' title='Oscar Wrap Up'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/S5bjkoKIYgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/8DqEhyCr1MU/s72-c/Sandra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-6902414599225574967</id><published>2010-02-26T16:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T16:10:16.228-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='older'/><title type='text'>I am an old hypochondriac</title><content type='html'>Well, I started getting nervous about the problem of my eyesight, so I called my optometrist and made an appointment.  It turns out those lovely gray spots passing through my sight are floaters.  They are caused by the deterioration of vitreous fluid in the eye.  It is a normal part of the aging process, and is not serious.  I can confirm, however, that they are highly annoying.  So, I was glad to find out that there is nothing serious wrong with my eyesight.  My doctor says it is like getting a grandfather clock.  You will hear the ticking of the clock at first, but will get used to it the longer it stays around.  So, I guess I just need to get used to these little buggers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized why my chest has been hurting.  I have been swimming more than ever - an hour at a time of upper body exercise.  I am not used to doing any exercises with my upper body (as a matter of fact, I have a pretty weak upper body).  My poor chest muscles are not used to any use, so no wonder they hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am well.  I am just getting older.  It could be worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-6902414599225574967?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6902414599225574967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=6902414599225574967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/6902414599225574967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/6902414599225574967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-old-hypochondriac.html' title='I am an old hypochondriac'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-7627121641478280109</id><published>2010-02-23T15:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:50:31.993-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='older'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Mystery Pains</title><content type='html'>I am beginning to worry that I am a hypochondriac.  I am not feeling well, and I worry that it is something really bad.  I always imagine the worst when it comes to feeling a little sick.  After my bump in the night fears, I am nervous to go to the doctor again.  Hubby says I am just getting old.  Maybe there is some real truth to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since January, I have had little black spots in my vision.  They come up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt;, move across my vision, then disappear.  It is annoying, but hasn't caused any other problem.  I Googled black spots (I guess I did not learn from the last incident), and it says it is just a sign of getting older.  Today, though, I did decide to e-mail my eye doctor to see if he thinks I should come in for a check up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my right thumb started hurting.  It was hurting very badly.  It did not look swollen and I did not bang it.  I could just barely seem to move it.  When hubby touched it, I thought I was going to cry.  It still hurt this morning, but I heard it pop around lunch time.  It is feeling much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left side of my chest hurts.  It hurts from under my arm down the side of my chest.  It feels like a muscle ache.  I have felt around and there are no bumps.  I really have no idea what it is.  It started last night too, but before bed.  It is not from sleeping in a bad position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my best friend was a doctor.  I wish I knew someone who could say "Don't worry."  For now, I guess I will just try to rest and hope it goes away.  The groin pull I had a few weeks ago went away.  Maybe I really am getting old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-7627121641478280109?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7627121641478280109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=7627121641478280109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/7627121641478280109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/7627121641478280109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/mystery-pains.html' title='Mystery Pains'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-5929544581579459809</id><published>2010-02-22T15:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T15:35:23.395-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Sunday Cooking</title><content type='html'>I have been on this new kick lately.  For the past three weeks, I have been cooking a soup, stew, or chili on Sunday for the week.  It has really been quite nice.  It gives me a chance to enjoy cooking because I don't have to rush on a Sunday.  I can make a big dish like chili and don't have to worry about waiting an hour for it to cook while we are starving.  It is also nice to get everything cleaned up without having to do dishes at 9pm.  There are plenty of leftovers for the rest of the week so we can have it for dinner one night or lunch throughout the week.  The best part of all - soups and stews usually taste better the next day anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a white bean vegetarian chili, butternut squash soup, and black bean turkey chili (we're having that for dinner tonight) so far.  I have two more recipes lined up - a Moroccan sweet potato stew and a red potatoes with chickpeas Middle Eastern stew.  Today, I just downloaded Senegalese Peanut Stew with Spinach and Sweet Potatoes.  Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad I started this process.  It has been so nice to cook hearty food for Bill and me.  It has really brought back the joy of cooking and has encouraged me to try new things.  I can see myself continuing the process for a long time.  Chilled soups over the summer, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-5929544581579459809?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5929544581579459809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=5929544581579459809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/5929544581579459809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/5929544581579459809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunday-cooking.html' title='Sunday Cooking'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-5272711245755003488</id><published>2010-02-18T12:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T12:09:27.364-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>The Winter Olympics 2010</title><content type='html'>The Winter Olympics started last Friday with the Opening ceremonies.  We watched "Couples Retreat" on DVD that night.  After seeing that movie, perhaps we should have watched the opening ceremonies (just kidding, it wasn't THAT bad).  Over the next few days of competition, we still did not tune it.  I have seen some of the medal tallies and results on various Internet pages, but I have not watched a single thing.  I have seen friends make comments about the Olympics on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, but I still have not tuned in.  I don't really know why.  I do love sports and, let's face it, there is really not much else on TV to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday. Team USA had a record day (thank you, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;.com). The USA got more medals in the Winter Olympics yesterday that any other previous day.  I was intrigued so I watched Lindsay &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vonn's&lt;/span&gt; downhill run and Shaun White's half pipe skills.  I was so impressed by the pure athleticism and the emotional charge of these two athletes.  It made me want to see more.  I used to watch the Olympics every year.  It is sad that it seems like there is not enough time to watch the world come together in celebration of incredible athleticism.  I hope I can catch more in the second half of the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been watching the Winter Olympics?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-5272711245755003488?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5272711245755003488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=5272711245755003488' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/5272711245755003488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/5272711245755003488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-olympics-2010.html' title='The Winter Olympics 2010'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-30944672678157889</id><published>2010-02-12T15:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T15:42:56.188-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>V Day 2010</title><content type='html'>Valentine's Day is nearly upon us.  I honestly haven't thought about it too much this year.  It is one of those holidays that is blown out of proportion as far as I am concerned.  Much like New Year's Eve, all of the restaurants are crowded and serving "special" menus for crazy prices.  I am not interested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my hubby that my perfect Valentine's Day would be staying at home with him and our two dogs.  I would like to cook a nice dinner, but I don't need a gift or even a card.  I guess I like cards sometimes, but really, what do you do with them?  You read them once, you are thankful for the sentiment, and then they sit on the table for days.  I always feel guilty about throwing away any cards, so I keep them in a basket in our bedroom.  I don't read them again, but I have them all...just in case.  When the basket gets full, I toss the oldest cards.  It just seems a bit silly to me.  My husband can tell me he loves me, and I will be perfectly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is our plan for this Sunday.  We plan to go to Whole Foods to get steaks and lobster tails. I would like to cook a butternut squash soup for us as an appetizer, and we will probably get something sinful for dessert.  After dinner, we will probably sit on the sofa and watch a movie.  I think it sounds great and it sure beats a crowded restaurant any day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-30944672678157889?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/30944672678157889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=30944672678157889' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/30944672678157889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/30944672678157889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/v-day-2010.html' title='V Day 2010'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-4097469935357587668</id><published>2010-02-09T17:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:21:50.674-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='practice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triathlon'/><title type='text'>Master Swim</title><content type='html'>Since this year seems to be the year of the triathlon for us, hubby and I have started to take a Masters Swim class.  Last Thursday night was my first class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned to swim as a youngster at the YMCA.  I continued to take lessons at various recreation centers in my youth, but I was never a great swimmer.  I can manage to swim well enough to complete a sprint level triathlon.  Since this year's goal is an international distance for me and a half Ironman for hubby, we decided we needed extra help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very nervous in the class.  Luckily, there were about 12 people there, so it worked out well to have 4 people in each of the 3 lanes.  Both of us easily got spots in the beginner's lane.  The Masters class has a set workout for a one hour session.  There is a trained coach there for assistance and critique.  There are also lane leaders who are people who have been to several classes and know most of the technical drills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scared that I would not be able to swim for a full hour.  Our warm-up consisted of several 200 meter drills (that's 8 pool laps per drill!).  At the end of the first drill, I was pretty tired.  I felt like I had to swim as fast as I could just to keep out of my fellow swimmers way.  I was getting pretty discouraged at first, but with the help of my hubby and my other lane mates, I continued to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My normal reaction to critique is to quit.  I almost quit the class.  I realized that the coach was giving me tips and not making a personal assault on my swimming skills.  I also realized that I came to the class to become a better swimmer.  If a certified swim coach says I need to rotate my hips more, then it is not a criticism, but something I need to do to have a better swim stoke.  Once this realization was out of the way, I actually enjoyed and got a lot out of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I have a different class this week, so I will be unable to attend this week's Master swim.  I am already looking forward to next week.  I feel confident that taking this class, listening to the coach, and swimming on my own will have a very positive affect on my swim times this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-4097469935357587668?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4097469935357587668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=4097469935357587668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/4097469935357587668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/4097469935357587668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/master-swim.html' title='Master Swim'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-1057632822165995706</id><published>2010-02-07T11:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:35:58.500-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colleagues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenges'/><title type='text'>It's all about the fitness</title><content type='html'>I am very excited about an upcoming event at work.  I serve as a member of the employee appreciation team.  One thing we thought would be fun to do while the year is still young is a Health and Wellness week.  We have a couple of things planned, but I am by far most excited about our fitness challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A colleague of mine has been doing fitness challenges for a while now.  I have been doing them with her and her group of friends (which does include some of my colleagues) for over a year now.  The challenges all have a theme, but the core remains the same.  Workout, record your workout time in minutes, and submit that number each Monday via e-mail.  I contacted my colleague to see if she would be interested in doing a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;company&lt;/span&gt; wide challenge in association with Health and Wellness week.  The ME Fitness Challenge was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are using a theme of March Madness.  For 8 weeks, each person records their workout times, and those times are converted into baskets.  The teams of 5 people have their individual scores tallied, and the teams play in a round robin type tournament until the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ultimate&lt;/span&gt; winner is chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be nice to have 10-15 people join.  Based on experience, I really thought that was all I would get.  I am thrilled and excited to say we have 40 people doing the challenge - that's 50% or more of the company!!!  We had to expand the teams from 6 to 8 to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accommodate&lt;/span&gt; all of the people.  I am so, so very excited that folks are participating in this event.  I think it will be lots of fun, and any effects from the challenge will only be positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenge starts 2/14/10 (I know, not the best day, but people can start working off those Valentine's Day chocolates right away).  I'm sure I will be posting more as the challenge continues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-1057632822165995706?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1057632822165995706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=1057632822165995706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1057632822165995706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1057632822165995706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-all-about-fitness.html' title='It&apos;s all about the fitness'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-8896712398359514391</id><published>2010-02-06T17:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:18:52.446-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self esteem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Is the substitute better?</title><content type='html'>My stylist, J, just had her first child last week, a gorgeous baby girl. We knew it was unlikely that she was going to be able to do my next haircut after our last meeting, so I went ahead and scheduled an appointment with K for today. I knew K was new to the salon. I actually did not recognize her at all when she called me name for my appointment. We hit it off right away and got down to business. We picked a nice chocolaty brown color for my hair, and away we went. After the color processed, she asked me what I wanted as far as the cut went. She took some off the bottom and cut my bangs, something that was much needed. I looked and felt great when I left the salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the problem. I have been going to J for about 4 years now. She is actually a personal friend as well as my stylist. I attended her baby shower not 3 weeks ago. The thing is, K gave me one of the best haircuts I have ever had. What's a girl to do? I did schedule my next appointment with K for 6 weeks from now. I don't think J will be back by then, but she will surely be back for the appointment after that one. It's not like I would be leaving one salon to go to another. I would still be at the same place. I would still see J if I did decide to switch. I guess there is no sense worrying about it now. I have at least one more appointment to make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Stay loyal to a friend who does a good job or make a business decision to change to someone who may do a better job?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-8896712398359514391?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8896712398359514391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=8896712398359514391' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/8896712398359514391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/8896712398359514391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-substitute-better.html' title='Is the substitute better?'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-6439881474659650896</id><published>2010-02-01T09:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T09:41:20.727-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misty'/><title type='text'>Snow on a Friday night?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/S2bn6MKymZI/AAAAAAAAAaY/8y9Tm3jia1M/s1600-h/IMG_1779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433284987353995666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/S2bn6MKymZI/AAAAAAAAAaY/8y9Tm3jia1M/s400/IMG_1779.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After several false reports this year, we finally got some snowfall in 2010. Where I live in the Southern US, we don't get much snow at all. It is actually very rare for us to get any sort of accumulation of snow. It is a big deal (and sometimes too big a deal) when we actually get some. People race to the grocery store in a panic to make sure they get their bread and milk before the snow starts falling. And when it does start falling, it is like the world around us shuts down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really is comical, especially when you hail from the North where winter snowfall is just a yearly experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we got a big snowfall (guesstimating about 4 inches) this past Friday night. Yes, it started about 6:30 pm, once I was home for the day and ready to enjoy the weekend. It continued overnight and even a bit into Saturday. My hair appointment was canceled (I can barely see through my bangs) and we had to forgo our dinner date Saturday night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the plus side, fresh snow is always so lovely. The dogs just love it, and it was so much fun to see them run around in the new snow. We all took a walk together on Saturday afternoon, then played snowbound for the rest of the weekend. We always seem to be running around so much, and it was nice to be all together as a family in our home with no schedule. We also had electricity for the entire time, so there is no complaining from my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wish we had another day snowbound. What fun is it if you can't get a full day off of work? It is like this wonderful free day to just do as you please. I am lucky to work for a good company that decided to open at noon today. My dear husband was not as lucky. He had to go in at normal time, even with the frozen roads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon, the snow will be melted and the backyard will be a huge mud pit. At least we have the memories of the great snowfall and the fun we had. Who know what the remainder of the winter will bring? I hear there may be snow in the forecast for later this week. On Saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-6439881474659650896?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6439881474659650896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=6439881474659650896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/6439881474659650896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/6439881474659650896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-on-friday-night.html' title='Snow on a Friday night?'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/S2bn6MKymZI/AAAAAAAAAaY/8y9Tm3jia1M/s72-c/IMG_1779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-1920325849087227008</id><published>2010-01-29T13:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T14:08:43.708-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Susan is crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary stuff'/><title type='text'>A Bump in the Night</title><content type='html'>This past Sunday night, I was sitting on our sofa watching a movie and wondering why my upper arm seemed to hurt.  I reach up to my left armpit to try to rub out the muscle when I felt the bump.  There was a rock hard lump about the size of a pea in my left armpit.  It startled me so much that I went upstairs, woke hubby, and asked him to feel it.  He said he couldn't feel anything.  I tried to see if I could see anything in the mirror, but it just looked like my normal armpit.  Since there was nothing I could do at 10pm on a Sunday night, I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke Monday morning, and the lump was still there.  I decided I would call the nurse hotline provided by our health insurance company.  The lady was really nice.  I could hear her typing on the computer to get further information.  She advised me to wait a day and see if it was still there.  I decided I needed a second opinion, so I went to Google. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet is a horrible place for medical advice.  I typed in "lump in the armpit" and immediately got a thousand hits on cancer.  The lymph nodes are located in the armpit region, and a lump may indicate a built up of cancerous cells.  All of these sites seemed to scream BREAST CANCER at me.  I was scared out of my mind, so I called my regular doctor for a same day appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at the doctor's office at 2pm.  I have to doctor check the lump which was now harder to locate because the swelling had gone down.  Basically, I rushed to the doctor and spent $121.00 for nothing.  She said it was too close to the skin surface to be a lymph node.  She suggested it may be from shaving and would probably go away in a day or two.  She was right - the thing was halfway gone when I got to the doctor's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like an idiot, but I guess it is better to be safe than sorry.  I think next time I will just listen to the healthline nurse and wait a day.  No more Dr. Goggle for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-1920325849087227008?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1920325849087227008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=1920325849087227008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1920325849087227008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1920325849087227008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/bump-in-night.html' title='A Bump in the Night'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-5495994827877134738</id><published>2010-01-28T15:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T15:59:58.981-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointment'/><title type='text'>Avatar - maybe it's me</title><content type='html'>Hubby and I finally went to see Avatar last weekend.  I will admit, I wasn't really too excited to see it when I first saw the trailers.  I am really not a huge sci &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt;/fantasy person. I didn't think the movie looked like something I would enjoy, so I made no plans to see it as soon as it came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since its release, I kept hearing good things about it.  Several friends said they were not huge fans of this genre either, but really liked the movie.  I heard that the visual effects were truly amazing, and worth the price of admission.  The movie also won the Golden Globe Award for best drama motion picture, so I figured it must be good.  So, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-purchased tickets at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IMAX&lt;/span&gt; for a Saturday night showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that if I was going to see the movie, I needed to see it on the best screen possible.  I was glad to have purchased the ticket in advance.  Our showing was sold out, as were the next three shows (about 4 weeks after the opening).  We sat down near the front (we were a bit later than I expected) with our lovely 3D glasses and prepared to be wowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was underwhelmed to say the least.  Sure, the effects were fine.  The screen seemed to have a bit of depth to it.  The big blue &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Navi&lt;/span&gt; people were kind of cool.  It just was not what I expected.  I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;expected&lt;/span&gt; to have the jungle popping out of the screen all around me.  I expected to see objects floating in the air and to feel like those things were close enough to reach up and touch.  I remembered effects like these when I was a kid watching Captain &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EO&lt;/span&gt; at Disneyland.   I didn't get any of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot of the movie was lacking, too.  Sure, the natives of Pandora were unique, but the overall &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;plotline&lt;/span&gt; of the movie was the same story that had been told a million times over.  Within 5 minutes, I could tell you exactly how the story was going to play out.  Unfortunately, we had to sit there for just under 3 hours to confirm we were right.  The movie was way, way too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I seem to be the only two people who did not like this movie.  Maybe we saw it too late in the day.  Maybe we expected more than was possible.  I don't know.  All I do know is that I will probably pass on Avatar 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-5495994827877134738?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5495994827877134738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=5495994827877134738' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/5495994827877134738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/5495994827877134738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/avatar-maybe-its-me.html' title='Avatar - maybe it&apos;s me'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-5411407155250703260</id><published>2010-01-18T12:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T12:25:19.248-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Awards Season Begins...The Golden Globes</title><content type='html'>I am usually a big fan of awards season. I enjoy seeing all of the celebrities dress up and walk the red carpet. I like to see what others think were the best performances of the year, and I like to hear about different movies and shows. I was not disappointed by this year's Golden Globes awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will admit that I DVR'd the show. I an glad I did. I was able to cut out all of the excessive commercials, the clips from each nominated film, the speeches by the boring people (sorry directors and writers) and the lifetime achievement section (I am a fan, Marty, I was just not interested in your speech). I was able to get the the heart of the matter - the acting awards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thrilled to see my new favorite win. I think Michael C. Hall is very deserving to win best actor in a drama series. It was good to see him since he announced he is fighting cancer. I looked like a person who has gone through chemo, but his energy seemed good. I was also glad to see Julianna Margulies win for The Good Wife. I have been watching the series since the beginning and I really like it. I think she is a fantastic actress, and I am glad she got her due.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were a number of great speeches. I enjoyed Mo'nique's speech for best supporting actress in a movie. She seemed genuinely touched to win the award. Her shout out to her husband was so full of love - I teared up a bit. I also liked Meryl Streep's tribute to her mother in her acceptance speech for Julie &amp;amp; Julia. While I did not expect him to win, Robert Downey Jr.'s "not thanking anyone" speech was funny and very touching. I also really liked Sandra Bullock's speech about family are the people who have your back, not just the people to whom you are related. I really want to see The Blind Side now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the dresses, there were many great looks last night. I really liked Kate Hudson's white gown and Toni Colette's golden shimmer. My pick for best dressed, however, goes to Halle Berry. She is just so stunning, and she seems to get better and better looking with each passing year.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/S1SZR_y4fNI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ACdoMhyv-II/s1600-h/halle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428131985349967058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/S1SZR_y4fNI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ACdoMhyv-II/s400/halle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awards season is off to a good start - can't wait for the Screen Actors Guild awards next weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-5411407155250703260?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5411407155250703260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=5411407155250703260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/5411407155250703260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/5411407155250703260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/awards-season-beginsthe-golden-globes.html' title='Awards Season Begins...The Golden Globes'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/S1SZR_y4fNI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ACdoMhyv-II/s72-c/halle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-1678137115912184642</id><published>2010-01-11T16:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T17:01:18.268-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the list'/><title type='text'>My Latest Obsession - 1/11/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/S0ufSy-gzuI/AAAAAAAAAaI/XVBGnPzGJc4/s1600-h/M+C+Hall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 332px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425605321368325858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/S0ufSy-gzuI/AAAAAAAAAaI/XVBGnPzGJc4/s400/M+C+Hall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow. You know it is really bad when you have to title your blog entry with My Latest Obsession followed by a date because you have already used that title. What can I say? I am an obsessive person. I tend to get in to a book series, a TV show, or a movie, and I think about it all the time. I want to see what happens next, and I try to guess what will happen. Sometimes, I even dream about it at night. Yep, sounds like an obsession to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, my latest is the TV show Dexter. I know I am late on the bandwagon with this one, but I don't pay for premium channels. So, I am starting to watch the DVDs for all of these series that I have heard of over the years, but have not seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dexter is a blood splatter analyst for the Miami Metro PD. He helps the police capture killers every day. What people don't know is that Dexter is himself a serial killer. He is a serial killer with a code taught to him by his stepfather. Kill only those who have killed. Do your research and make sure you do not get caught. So far, it has been a fascinating story to watch. I love Dexter's dark humor and charm. You actually like him and hope he can continue on his killing spree. The cast of characters around Dexter are great, too from his fragile, yet tough cop sister, his broken, yet strong girlfriend, and his cop co-workers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are on Season 2 of this great show. Four seasons have aired so far, with three seasons released to DVD. Check it out if you haven't see it yet. I think you will enjoy it, too. I sure hope season 4 comes out soon. After all, I am obsessed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, Michael C. Hall is a new addition to my list which already included Jason Statham and Hugh Jackman.  Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-1678137115912184642?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1678137115912184642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=1678137115912184642' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1678137115912184642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1678137115912184642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-latest-obsession-11110.html' title='My Latest Obsession - 1/11/10'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/S0ufSy-gzuI/AAAAAAAAAaI/XVBGnPzGJc4/s72-c/M+C+Hall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-1754389019982288841</id><published>2010-01-08T09:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T09:40:43.608-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointment'/><title type='text'>Nothin'</title><content type='html'>No snow.  Not a dusting, not a flake.  Had to go to work on time.  Or, at least I had to go to work as on time as I can be.  Bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-1754389019982288841?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1754389019982288841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=1754389019982288841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1754389019982288841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1754389019982288841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/nothin.html' title='Nothin&apos;'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-8869696853483668643</id><published>2010-01-07T19:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T20:08:28.433-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Baby, It's Really Cold Outside!!</title><content type='html'>I love winter. I love big sweaters, bundling up, hot cocoa, and lit fireplaces.  I really do.  After this week in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Triangle&lt;/span&gt;, however, I wish Old Man Winter would back off a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had unseasonably cold temperatures this week.  We are talking crazy temperatures like highs in the 30s (we would normally be around 40-50 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;degrees&lt;/span&gt;), and lows in the teens.  It has been so cold that you don't really want to go outside at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bad week for me to start running again.  It has been close to 20 degrees in the mornings when I have gone out for a run.  It has made me want to not want to run, but I have and I warmed up well once I got started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now have a prediction for snow tonight.  We may get a dusting, we may get an inch, or we may get nothing at all.  Predicting snow in our area if always difficult.  The only certainty is that people will overreact.  There will be runs on milk and bread, and several counties have already delayed their start tomorrow.  Luckily, I have a fridge full of beer, half a loaf or bread, and some milk to get me through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't mind an inch of snow.  I would love a delayed work start tomorrow.  It has been much harder than I thought to get back in a work routine this week.  I could use a day of sleeping in.  We will see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-8869696853483668643?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8869696853483668643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=8869696853483668643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/8869696853483668643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/8869696853483668643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby-its-really-cold-outside.html' title='Baby, It&apos;s Really Cold Outside!!'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-6765183144141989230</id><published>2010-01-06T07:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T07:42:30.855-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triathlon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenges'/><title type='text'>New Year, New Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Courage is about doing what you're afraid to do. There can be no courage unless you are scared." - Eddie Rickenbacker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I like to have a new challenge when I start a new year.  In 2008, the challenge was a half marathon.  Last year, the challenge was a full marathon.  Well, yesterday I signed up for an international distance triathlon.  As a former PE class loser, I think I may be going crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This triathlon will take place in September (thank goodness - it gives me lots of time to train) at a place called White Lake.  It is supposed to be the flattest and fastest course in the great state of NC (again, thank goodness - I will need all the help I can get).  It consists of a 1500 meter lake swim (double the distance of the Triangle &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tri&lt;/span&gt; last year), a 45K bike race (longest I will have ever done), and a 10K run (double the distance of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Triangle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tri&lt;/span&gt; last year).  It all has to be done within 4 hours.  It will certainly be a challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was able to complete the Triangle &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tri&lt;/span&gt; last year in 2 hours, 26 minutes.  At that race, I did not have my road bike.  I know that having the new bike will make a huge difference.  Also, the course of the Triangle is not exactly flat (not bad, but not flat).  I think with decent training and a good day, I can make it before the deadline. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Time to get to work - a new challenge awaits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-6765183144141989230?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6765183144141989230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=6765183144141989230' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/6765183144141989230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/6765183144141989230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-challenge.html' title='New Year, New Challenge'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-7149383012641524252</id><published>2010-01-03T13:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T13:45:49.191-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>And the holidays are officially over...</title><content type='html'>It's over.  Christmas is behind us.  It is now official in our house as all the Christmas decorations were taken down and put back in the attic.  Today, the new begins.  It is a day for cleaning the house and putting the familiar back in its place. Maybe it is a cathartic cleaning of the Christmas holiday, or maybe is it just getting back to the norm.  All I know it that it is over.  Tomorrow at 9am, I go back to work.  I am back to reality.  No more holidays until April 2, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only are the holidays gone, my favorite time of the year is over.  I have always loved September 1 to January 1.  Now, I am left with winter ahead struggling to find something to look forward to in the near future.  I do have our Orlando weekend in March to think about, but it seems so far away.  I think it is time to begin the planning of the big summer trip so I can really have something exciting ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad to see the holiday go, but it is time.  As my dad used to tell me when I cried every year as we left Gammie and Grandpa's house after the holiday break "All good things must come to an end."  It's true.  If it were the holidays everyday, we would not appreciate them when they come every year.  They would lack meaning.  Still, it may be fun to try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-7149383012641524252?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7149383012641524252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=7149383012641524252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/7149383012641524252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/7149383012641524252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-holidays-are-officially-over.html' title='And the holidays are officially over...'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-9005193507839564378</id><published>2010-01-02T17:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T17:58:53.175-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Hello 2010!!</title><content type='html'>2010 started great for me.  It wasn't the most exciting New Year's ever, but it was really, really nice.  Bill and I decided to stay home with the puppies.  We went to Whole Foods, and got two gorgeous steaks and two nice lobster tails.  It was a delicious home cooked surf and turf dinner with asparagus.  No crowds, no noise, but great food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept in in the morning, and had a really nice breakfast together.  I went to meet a dear friend for lunch,  movie, and shopping.  After a great afternoon, I headed home to my hubby.  We went out to our favorite bar for a few beers and met up with another dear friend.  What better way to spend New Year's Day than with good friends, doing the things you love.  That's the way to start off the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-9005193507839564378?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9005193507839564378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=9005193507839564378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/9005193507839564378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/9005193507839564378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-2010.html' title='Hello 2010!!'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-4433456705119270093</id><published>2009-12-31T16:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:40:17.670-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='looking back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy endings'/><title type='text'>Goodbye 2009!</title><content type='html'>With only a few hours left in the year, it is time to say goodbye to 2009.  I hate to see it go, 2009 was a good year for us.  Sadly, I know several peoples who are glad to see the year end.  After we had a horrible 2008, I can understand what they are feeling.  either way, I am looking forward to the promise of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 started poorly (I had food poisoning last New Year's Eve ans spent New Year's Day in bed), but got better quickly.  Bill started the year with a new job after about 6 months of unemployment.  I started the year with the same job, but spent 2009 really appreciating what a good job I have.  We travelled to Orlando, Virginia Beach, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Asheville&lt;/span&gt;, Quebec City, Charlotte, Charleston, and Philadelphia.  I went to California to attend my high school reunion, and reunited with some of  my best friends on the planet.  It was a year for racing - Bill and I each completed 11 races, from 5Ks to my first marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I have no complaints.  2009 treated me quite well.  I end the year happy with goals accomplished.  I just hope that 2010 will be as good or better.  I think it will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-4433456705119270093?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4433456705119270093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=4433456705119270093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/4433456705119270093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/4433456705119270093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-2009.html' title='Goodbye 2009!'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-2947849527238376586</id><published>2009-12-29T14:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:07:57.660-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Lucky Girl</title><content type='html'>I am a very lucky girl.  I had an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; wonderful Christmas this year.  My sweet husband did his very best (and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;succeeded&lt;/span&gt;) to make it a wonderful holiday.  He got up some time in the middle of the night and turned on all of the Christmas lights downstairs so I would see them first thing in the morning.  He also got me everything I had on my wish list, plus a few surprises.  One of the sweetest surprises was a DVD of the movie Eloise.  He bought it for me because he knows the book Eloise at Christmastime is very special to me since it was a book I read at my grandparents house every year over the holidays. I was so very touched by his gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also lucky because I have the ability to spoil my husband, friends, and family at Christmas.  I enjoy picking out gifts for people, and I am glad that I don't have to worry about a particular budget for gift giving.  We had a great Christmas afternoon with Bill's family.  It was fun to see the nephews with their gifts, and I think my sisters-in-law (we drew their names in our annual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gift&lt;/span&gt; exchange) enjoyed their gifts as well.  We all shared a lovely meal together and just enjoyed the wonderful, albeit rainy, day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also had a streak of luck lately.  I won free passes to see the movie Sherlock Holmes.  Bill and I went to see it last night.    It was pretty good.  I think Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Downey&lt;/span&gt;, Jr., is a wonderful actor, and I really like both Jude Law and Rachel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;McAdams&lt;/span&gt;.  I also won a contest for a DVD giveaway on Christmas Eve.  I had been entering the contests all week (there was a different giveaway each day), but the one I really wanted was on the last day.  I won it!  It is the complete first season of the TV show The Mentalist.  I have heard it is a good show, and I look forward to checking it out.  Now, it I could only keep the lucky streak going and win the lottery...that would be a great way to start 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-2947849527238376586?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2947849527238376586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=2947849527238376586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/2947849527238376586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/2947849527238376586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/lucky-girl.html' title='Lucky Girl'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-3222596814964367325</id><published>2009-12-24T17:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T17:47:12.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Eve!</title><content type='html'>It's the most wonderful time of the year!  I love everything about the holidays.  I have been baking like crazy (and eating the fruits of my labor).  I have sent out Christmas cards and gotten many in return from friends near and far.  I have decorated every room downstairs in my house with Christmas cheer.  I have been to parties and celebrated with friends.  Tomorrow, I get to spend the day with family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you are having a wonderful holiday season.  May peace and joy be with you today and always.  Merry Christmas Eve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-3222596814964367325?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3222596814964367325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=3222596814964367325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/3222596814964367325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/3222596814964367325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-eve.html' title='Merry Christmas Eve!'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-1100060085296939897</id><published>2009-12-20T15:10:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:37:31.517-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philadelphia'/><title type='text'>Race Day, 11/22/09-The Philadelphia Marathon, Part III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/Sy6KAd4CMRI/AAAAAAAAAZg/pXPMs8fpyYo/s1600-h/IMG_1623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417419142397571346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/Sy6KAd4CMRI/AAAAAAAAAZg/pXPMs8fpyYo/s400/IMG_1623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had just made the turn away from the finish line and started heading in the direction of mile 14. A woman appeared next to me and suddenly stated "Where the hell is the damn finish line?" I looked at her, and asked if she was doing to half marathon. She was. I told her she had missed the turn and needed to go back. I don't know how anyone could have missed it. There were so many signs and announcements. I guess she was pretty darned tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left the yelling supporters and headed up a hill. Soon, I was in total quiet. I didn't see anyone. I was a bit nervous that I had somehow gotten off the race route, but I soon saw the sign for mile 14. I headed down a hill, then I was on a four lane highway running along the river. From there, the race was an out and back to a small town called Manayunk. I was seeing all the runners heading toward the finish, and hearing people say things like "Don't worry, you will be in Boston." I, however, would not be in Boston as I still had half a race to finish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was nearing mile 15 when I heard the ambulance. I never did see the person who needed the ambulance, but I did run past the emergency workers and volunteers. I was just happy it was not me needing medical attention. It was a long boring road out to Manayunk. There were not many spectators along this road, so it was harder to stay running. I did soon see our friends Gary, Kari, and Chris as they headed back to the museum. I still had miles to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The town of Manayunk was so cute. All of the local bars and restaurants were open and many had outdoor seating. People cheered us runners as they enjoyed their brunch. I saw several of my Galloway friends, including Eric who had run a marathon in Delaware the day before. He yelled so loud when he saw me, it really made me feel great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had been calling Bill all through the race giving me updates to my position. I called him again around mile 23 where I needed yet another rest stop (I swear I have never had to go during a training run, but I went twice in this race!) There was a man shouting at the runners "Pain is weakness leaving the body!" It is one of my favorite quotes, and I had to chuckle. I told him I must have a lot of weakness. A female runner next to me said that wasn't true or else I would no longer be running. She was right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/Sy6MTOhn5tI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Gb9WxIkD9xQ/s1600-h/IMG_1626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417421663717811922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/Sy6MTOhn5tI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Gb9WxIkD9xQ/s400/IMG_1626.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The miles from 23 to 26 went by so quickly. I was back at the museum, knowing that my goal was within reach. I saw my step brother, Jamie, waiting for me with a huge grin on his face. He ran with me and took a video of my finish. I saw my step mom, then Bill taking pictures right near the 26 mile marker. My dad, aunt, and uncle were there, too. By then, I knew there were no more walk breaks, so I just kept running. I finished in 5:54, beating my goal by 6 minutes. I was so happy to receive my medal - it is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family took such good care of me after the race. After all of the hugs and kisses, they went to get me water, broth, fruit and a famous Philly pretzel. I had my picture taken by the marathon sign, and even got to see my friend Hardin. It was such a wonderful feeling of accomplishment. I am so happy that I was able to share it with my family.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/Sy6NUKafaOI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ilQVrMUMTIM/s1600-h/IMG_1650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417422779305650402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/Sy6NUKafaOI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ilQVrMUMTIM/s400/IMG_1650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a stop back at the hotel to clean up and a good bye to my family members, Bill and I head out in search of every runner's favorite post race refreshment, beer. We went to a bar called Monk's where we had some great Belgium beer and burgers. We later met our friends for dinner and we all celebrated a great race day by eating more food and drinking more beer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I so enjoyed the Philadelphia Marathon. It was a great race in a wonderful city. The route was good, the people were wonderful, and there are so may things to do and see. I would recommend this race to anyone. Thank you, City of Brotherly Love. I had a fantastic time! &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/30170794-1100060085296939897?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1100060085296939897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=1100060085296939897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1100060085296939897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1100060085296939897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/race-day-112209-philadelphia-marathon_20.html' title='Race Day, 11/22/09-The Philadelphia Marathon, Part III'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/Sy6KAd4CMRI/AAAAAAAAAZg/pXPMs8fpyYo/s72-c/IMG_1623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-1952993781701146541</id><published>2009-12-09T19:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T19:56:16.629-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philadelphia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Race Day 11/22/09-The Philadelphia Marathon, Part II</title><content type='html'>I was off on the biggest race of my life to date.  We started down Benjamin Franklin Parkway away from the museum.  Before my group arrived at the starting line, we saw volunteers unwrapping the medals for the finishing runners.  I kind of wondered why they were hanging medals from their arms now - it would be at least 2 hours before even the fastest runner finished the race.  I heard the runner next to me say that he would just go ahead and take the medal now.  I chuckled, but I wanted to earn the medal.  See you in a few hours, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was less than a half mile into the race when I started to feel the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nano&lt;/span&gt; slipping down my arm.  I also noticed that I was hearing the same group, and wondered if I would hear the same album on rotation for the next 6 hours.  I let the distraction of my music problems get to me.  I almost missed seeing Independence Hall and Benjamin Franklin's final resting place.  I got my stuff together, my I will never, ever try something new on race day.  Lesson learned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran through Chinatown, then turned to go on a road near the Delaware River.  With about 2 miles in, people were starting to shed clothes.  I was not one of them.  We were given throw away gloves in our race bag, but how could I toss cute gloves with the marathon name, logo, and date on them?  Nope, that's a souvenir I am keeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit the first water stop, and headed back into center city.  People were out in on the streets cheering for the passing runners.  We were greeted by a couple welcoming us to famous South Street, home of bars, stores, and Jim's Steaks where I would be eating a celebratory &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cheesesteak&lt;/span&gt; on Monday.  We turned toward Society Hill, and were again greeted.  A man dressed in colonial garb shouted welcome at us and informed us we were at mile 5.  Five miles, that's it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, we had much more of downtown to distract us during the run.  I saw Boyd's menswear store.  I used to go to Boyd's with my mom and dad when I was a kid.  We would shop for suits for my dad there when I was 5 or 6 years old.  That is why I picked this race.  It is like coming home for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started to leave the downtown area and head to the campus of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Drexel&lt;/span&gt; University.  We ran past many frat houses with blasting stereos and lots of guys checking out the female runners.  Apparently, guys were giving out food at some point, but I was too late for it.  We went past the Philadelphia Zoo, and then up the worse hill of the race (which honestly wasn't all that bad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I had a problem at that point.  I needed to pee.  I never pee while running.  I have never peed during a race.  Heck, I didn't have to use the bathroom during my 20, 23, or 25.5 mile training runs.  I reached to top of the hill and saw a row of port-a-potties.  I went for it.  I walked right up and into a stall, took care of my business and got back on the road.  I probably lost a minute tops, but it was worth it. Gross, but worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down the hills, and had a little bit of course were we ran down one direction of the street, then doubled back on the same road.  I saw several folks from Raleigh there.  It was so nice to shout encouragement to them, and get kid words back.  It kept my going on the road along the Schuylkill River.  I saw the museum looming ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear the roar of the crowd.  There were hundreds of people at the museum cheering on their friends and family members. There were even marathoners finishing by then.  I saw the fork ahead.  Half marathon finishers to the right. Mile 14 to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a deep breath and went left.  Stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-1952993781701146541?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1952993781701146541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=1952993781701146541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1952993781701146541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1952993781701146541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/race-day-112209-philadelphia-marathon_09.html' title='Race Day 11/22/09-The Philadelphia Marathon, Part II'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-2287729758344793949</id><published>2009-12-08T19:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:05:42.367-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginnings'/><title type='text'>Race Day 11/22/09-The Philadelphia Marathon, Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/Sx73mCuPFiI/AAAAAAAAAZY/wLABtfSowx0/s1600-h/Benjamin+Frnklin+Pkwy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413036035083802146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/Sx73mCuPFiI/AAAAAAAAAZY/wLABtfSowx0/s400/Benjamin+Frnklin+Pkwy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am very good at denial. If I am faced with something difficult, I just don't allow myself to think about it. It is with that attitude that I can tell you that I had no problems sleeping the night before the marathon. I did not panic when I woke up, either. I had all of my things perfectly laid out on our dining table. I simply and methodically layered on my clothes and all of the necessary accessories (it seems strange that people used to run in a just a T-shirt, shorts, and shoes!), and prepared to meet our friends in the lobby of the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris, Gary and Kari were all running the marathon with me, while Bill was running the half marathon. We agreed to meet in the lobby at 6 am to walk over for the 7 am start. Apparently, the denial did not have me thinking very clearly or I would have realized that half the people in the hotel were going to the start of the race. It took us about 10 minutes to get an elevator. I would have walked, but going down 15 flights of stairs before running 26.2 miles seemed like a bad idea. We finally made it to the lobby, and out the door we went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't too cold for the start. I took a warming cover from one of the old races I had run to keep me warm. Those things are great for warmth, and so easy just to toss aside when the race begins. When you finish, you get a brand new one to add to your collection for the next race. As soon as we got outside in the semi-darkness, I saw about 6 members of the Raleigh Galloway running group across the street. I raced over to them to say hello and to check with one of my group leaders. He had run a marathon in Delaware the day before and was going to run this marathon as well (yes, there are a few crazy people who do that sort of thing). It was so nice to see familiar faces before blending into the crowd of about 20,000 people. Soon, I lost everybody except Bill. We stayed together through the bag drop off and into my corral (this race was a wave start with small groups of runners starting every 5 minutes or so).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bill gave me some final words of encouragement and started to show me how to work his Ipod Nano. He loaned it to me since it has more memory than the Ipod Shuffle I usually wear while running. Soon, it was time for him to go, too. We wished each other well and kissed goodbye. I figured I had better turn on the Nano and get it ready for the race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the biggest rules in running is NEVER try something new on race day. It is a rule I had always followed, and I really don't know why I decided to break it for the biggest race of my life. I pushed play, and the music blasted in my ears. It was way too loud. I tried to remember what Bill had said about volume control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's see - run your finger lightly around the dial. Mmmm, nothing happened. OK, well, let's try it a little bit harder. Gosh, this music is really too loud, I have better turn it off.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Oops!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, I could not see the player since it was strapped to my upper left arm. I had to take it out of the case to get the controls to make the adjustments. The next thing I hear is Elvis singing Blue Christmas. I love Christmas music, but that was not what I wanted to hear while I was running for the next 6 hours. Now, I start to panic. I wonder if there is anyone who can help me fix this thing before the race starts. Too late - the race has started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Luckily, my corral was far back. I finally figured out how to change the volume, and I got the playlist back to my running music. I was really pissed, though. I knew the rule, and I broke it. I tried to put it out of my mind and prepare for the race start. I was listening to the announcer talk about the race and heard him say that the Mayor of Philadelphia was at the starting line. He was talking with the mayor (who also had a mike) and was teasing him about high fiving the runners who went by him. The mayor said he had worked out with the Phillies bull pen, and that his arm and hand were ready for as many people who wanted a high five. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally, my group was at the start. I found myself on the right side of the corral. I always like to stick to the edge so the faster runners can have the middle. I look up and see the mayor is on my side. There were only a few people in front of me, so I decided to wait to high five the mayor. I figured it would bring me luck. Being the superstitious type, I will say that it did bring me luck because I did much better that I expected. So, it you ever find yourself running the Philadelphia Marathon, be sure to high five the mayor on your way to the starting line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With a quick hand slap, I was off and running. The journey had begun. Stay tuned...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-2287729758344793949?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2287729758344793949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=2287729758344793949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/2287729758344793949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/2287729758344793949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/race-day-112209-philadelphia-marathon.html' title='Race Day 11/22/09-The Philadelphia Marathon, Part I'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/Sx73mCuPFiI/AAAAAAAAAZY/wLABtfSowx0/s72-c/Benjamin+Frnklin+Pkwy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-6910931053009189406</id><published>2009-12-07T14:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:49:38.584-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philadelphia'/><title type='text'>It has been too long...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/Sx2wkBQYwTI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5um1XqGULzA/s1600-h/Susan+and+Bill+with+Rocky.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412676460028150066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/Sx2wkBQYwTI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5um1XqGULzA/s400/Susan+and+Bill+with+Rocky.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, what can I say? I have been pretty busy lately. It is about time I have updated my blog, so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it. I finished the Philadelphia Marathon. Not only did I finish, I finished faster than I thought I would. At the beginning of this training season, I decided my goal would be 6 hours. In the Galloway program, we do a measure called the Magic Mile where you run a mile as fast as you can. Based on your finish time for the mile, you can predict your finished for every length of race. My Magic Mile indicated I would finish a marathon in 6 hour, 15 minutes. I was a bit bummed because I really wanted to run 6 hours. Well, I finished it in 5 hours, 54 minutes. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philadelphia is a wonderful city. We arrived on Friday to give up plenty of time to get ready for the race and to be able to visit my family who lives in the area. We had a great hotel right on Benjamin Franklin Parkway which is the main road that leads to the Philadelphia Museum of Art, where the race begins and ends. There were several members of the Raleigh Galloway running group in town for the race. Our close friends, Chris &amp;amp; Tara as well as Gary &amp;amp; Kari, were all there as well. We met up with them at the race Expo on Friday, and enjoyed a great Italian meal with them Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we were able to visit the largest museum of Rodin sculpture outside of Paris in the morning. We also walked up to the museum to have our picture taken with the Rocky statue, and to run those famous stairs. My dad and his family flew down from Boston to spend the weekend with my aunt and uncle. He picked us up around lunchtime on Saturday, and we spent the rest of the day with family. It was so nice to see everyone, and to know that they would be waiting for me at the finish line. My aunt and uncle are great hosts - they served an early meal of spaghetti with turkey meat sauce just for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, it was time to head to the hotel to get some sleep before the big race. To be continued...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-6910931053009189406?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6910931053009189406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=6910931053009189406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/6910931053009189406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/6910931053009189406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-has-been-too-long.html' title='It has been too long...'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/Sx2wkBQYwTI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5um1XqGULzA/s72-c/Susan+and+Bill+with+Rocky.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-5744859994669396539</id><published>2009-11-17T19:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:34:39.639-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bucket list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Go Panthers!!</title><content type='html'>This past Sunday, I got to tick another item off my "bucket list." Bill and I, with our good friends J &amp;amp; M, went to the Carolina Panther football game. This game had been a long time in coming. I bought the tickets way back in August, and really had no idea what it would be like on November 15. Luckily, it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up bright and (too) early to leave in plenty of time to get some good tailgating under our belts. The road trip took less than 2 and 1/2 hours. It was smooth drive south, and we found a space in a parking lot very quickly. By 11:00 am, we were sitting around the lot with other happy fans enjoying a beautiful fall day. We had decided to try to eat a little healthier for our tailgate. We had an appetizer of Weight Watcher friendly dip with tortilla chips followed by marinaded grilled chicken, a green salad, roasted veggies, and an apple pie. It was an absolute feast! Of course, the meal was accompanied by beer, a not so healthy, but very delicious, drink. Bill even surprised me with a Panthers T-shirt and a pin to wear to the game. Soon, it was time to walk over the the stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bank of America Stadium is huge, but well designed. We were very lucky to be in a section that was in the shade all day long. Even though it is fall, it was about 75 that day. It was quite hot in the sun. The game was all I hoped it would be. The Panthers made some quick touchdowns, and were soon up 21-10 over the Atlanta Falcons. There was a near comeback in the second half, but a beautiful interception and a 45 yard touchdown run put our team up for good. The final score was 28-19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were not as lucky on the drive home (we were in traffic for an extra hour), but the day was still worth it in my mind. I really, really enjoyed myself. I hope I can get to another game, soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-5744859994669396539?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5744859994669396539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=5744859994669396539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/5744859994669396539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/5744859994669396539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/go-panthers.html' title='Go Panthers!!'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-2088336129456120328</id><published>2009-11-12T12:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T12:21:21.147-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trouble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>One Good Deed</title><content type='html'>I try to be a nice person.  I really do.  Sometimes, being nice has a way of coming back to bite you in the butt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine who is currently working on his college degree asked me to read a paper for his English 102 class last week.  I said sure, I would be glad to help you.  Well, the paper was a mess.  He had actually already received a grade, but wanted to polish it up to get an A.  I read it with his professor's comments, and helped him rewrite the paper.  He got an A.  I am glad for him, and glad I could help, but now it has turned into a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has another paper due this week.  He asked me take a look at the assignment, and give him a suggestion for which poem to analyse.  OK, fine.  He wrote the paper.  I reviewed it and gave him pointers on grammar and spelling.  I edited only to make his sentences cleaner, but did not comment on the content.  He also sent it to his professor to review it.  Overall, the professor said it was good, but the introduction and thesis are weak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my friend refers to it as "our paper," and wants me to stop by later so that &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; can rewrite the introduction.  I am in deep doo doo.  I really don't want to rewrite his paper.  I am not interested.  I have a degree, and I have already written all of my papers.  How do I get out of this mess??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-2088336129456120328?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2088336129456120328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=2088336129456120328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/2088336129456120328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/2088336129456120328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-good-deed.html' title='One Good Deed'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-1104408311931758780</id><published>2009-10-26T13:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:34:33.214-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>4 Weeks</title><content type='html'>I have just under four weeks until my first marathon.  I picked the Philadelphia Marathon for a few reasons.  It is near the place I was born, and I still have some family in the area.  I also picked it because it is very late in the fall marathon season.  I liked having additional time to train and prepare, but soon I will just have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been over a week since my longest training run ever.  I made it 25.5 miles, and it was a painful and ugly run.  I was worn out after 15 miles that day.  I really wanted to just go home after the 15 and call it a day.  My friend and former group leader encouraged me to go on anyway.  She said we could go as slow as I needed.  While I was not happy with her at the time, I am glad I did it.  I was able to prove that I can go the distance, and make it within the time limit.  We finished our training run in about 6 hours, 40 minutes.  I know that I will be able to finish 26.2 within 7 hours even if I have to walk the last 3/4 mile.  It is a good thing to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that my training run was an unusual day.  I hope I feel strong on marathon day.  I have decided that I am not going to try to predict my time, or be disappointed if I don't make a certain time.  Running in a marathon is a huge achievement in and of itself, so I don't need any extra pressure.  The only thing I will not do is fail, so really, I can't lose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-1104408311931758780?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1104408311931758780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=1104408311931758780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1104408311931758780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1104408311931758780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/4-weeks.html' title='4 Weeks'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-7456484578857792283</id><published>2009-10-23T13:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T13:35:35.538-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free stuff'/><title type='text'>Birthday Freebies!</title><content type='html'>It's my birthday month, so a whole slew of birthday freebies have been heading my way.  Last night, Bill and I had a date night where we went to a brewpub called the Carolina Brewery.  They had sent me a coupon for a free dinner valued at $9.95 or less.  We had planned this outing for a week only to find out that there was a football game in Chapel Hill the same night.  It was the first Thursday night game in UNC history (it figures, right?) and the location we wanted to go to is in downtown Chapel Hill.  Luckily, there are two locations for the Carolina Brewery.  So, we headed out to Pittsboro instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great dinner and enjoyed a few of the beers brewed right there at the brewery.  It was a fun outing, and we saved $9.95.  Unfortunately, we did have to drive about 20 miles each way to get there, so what were the real savings?  Oh well, I had fun anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to find time to use these coupons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Robin - free burger&lt;br /&gt;Firebirds - $10 off next meal&lt;br /&gt;Cold Stone Creamery-Free Like it Creation&lt;br /&gt;Flying Saucer - Free pint of beer of my choice&lt;br /&gt;Nine West - 25% off any purchase&lt;br /&gt;Express - $15 gift coupon&lt;br /&gt;Ann Taylor Loft - $15 gift coupon&lt;br /&gt;Macy's - $10 off a $30 purchase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad I have my actual birthday off - looks like I have a lot to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-7456484578857792283?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7456484578857792283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=7456484578857792283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/7456484578857792283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/7456484578857792283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday-freebies.html' title='Birthday Freebies!'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-1970560803650440432</id><published>2009-10-16T08:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T08:53:04.011-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='races'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triathlon'/><title type='text'>I'm a Ramblin' Rose</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, I participated in my second &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ramblin&lt;/span&gt;' Rose triathlon.  The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ramblin&lt;/span&gt;' Rose series is  a triathlon celebrating the empowerment of women.  I did last year's event as my first triathlon ever, and it was nice to have this year's event as my final &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt; of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning started early with my fantastic crew chief, hubby Bill, and I heading over to the race site.  The worst part of a triathlon is that you have to get there early to set up your transition area before the race starts, then you have to stand around waiting for your individual race to start.  We arrived around 7:20am, and I had to wait until about 9:30 for my swim time.  Luckily, it was not nearly as cold as it was last year, and there were more vendors around as well.  I got to see the first several finishers cross the line before I even headed to the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My swim was pretty good.  I got very lucky and had a young girl behind me.  With only 10 seconds between swimmer, it is very easy to get caught up to the person in front of you.  I had no problems whatsoever.  I felt like I had a great swim up until I was ready to get out of the pool.  Then, racer 464 was standing in my way.  It was clear she was a first timer, so I resisted the urge to yell "Move your ass, 464!" at her.  I finished by swim in 6:30 which was pretty consistent with my 250m swims this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My T1 time was a little slow (again, 464 stood in my way when I was ready to get out of the bike rack area) at 2:43, but I was soon off on the ride.  I was just behind 470 (my number was 471) heading up the first big hill.  My goal was to keep up with her, but she was a bit too speedy.  I wound up trading places about 4 times with 469 on the bike.  It was cold (being wet did not help), but I had a good ride.  I bested my time on the same course that I did the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UNC&lt;/span&gt; Wellness sprint in August.  I finished the 9 mile bike in 36:30, which was 169 overall.  It was much faster than my 332 place finish in the swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racer 464 was nowhere to be found when I returned to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;transition&lt;/span&gt; area (thank goodness).  I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;re racked&lt;/span&gt; my bike and changed shoes to head out for the run.  After a 2:30 transition, I was on my way.  I was determined to run the best I could for the 2 mile course.  My legs were definitely tired after the bike (must do brick workouts next year), but I kept moving.  I got some encouragement from my yoga teacher who was cheering on the course.  I managed to keep a slow run for the entire two miles with the one exception of a short uphill after the turnaround.  I did feel like I finished strong coming in at 23:17 for the running section of the race.  My time for a mile on fresh legs at the beginning of the season was 11 minutes, so I was very happy with my run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the finish, I got a first that I have never had at a triathlon.  Each finisher received a necklace.  The pink cord held a metal ring with Swim, Bike, Run engraved on one side and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ramblin&lt;/span&gt;' Rose 2009 on the other.  Medals are common for marathons and half marathons, but this was the first time I have ever received anything for a triathlon.  It was a great surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I finished 296 out of a field of 473 with a final time of 1:11:27.  I was very happy with my race.  I am a little sad to see triathlon season over, but now is the time to focus on the next big challenge - The Philadelphia Marathon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-1970560803650440432?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1970560803650440432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=1970560803650440432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1970560803650440432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1970560803650440432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-ramblin-rose.html' title='I&apos;m a Ramblin&apos; Rose'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-3488991733058721456</id><published>2009-10-10T13:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T13:49:03.181-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JLDOC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sales'/><title type='text'>Bargain Sale 2009</title><content type='html'>The Junior League holds a fall fundraiser called Bargain Sale every year.  This weekend marks the 70&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; annual sale.  My husband calls it "Crap Sale," but he is not a big fan of The League anyway.  I have to say, though, it is kind of a big crap sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each member is required to bring a certain dollar amount of things to be sold at this sale.  So, it is really a big old garage sale with stuff donated by about 140 women.  Sure, there are a few nice things here and there (we are required to bring $20.00 worth of Treasures - high value items like jewelry, silver, china, and designer goods), but it is mostly stuff you would find at any garage sale.  I find it to be very stressful.  It is hard to get stuff together in each category and to get enough stuff to fulfill your dollar amount.  This year I was lucky that we cleaned out many books from the office which really put a dent in my quota requirement.  Each year, though, it gets harder and hared to find Treasures. I donated a jade ring this year as well as a pair of pearl earrings I got free from a local jewelry store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one to scour garage sales or bargain bins, so I don't even shop at this event.  Other people do really seem to like it.  I don't know.  It seems like a bit of a stretch to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;call&lt;/span&gt; it community service, but what do I know.  I'm just glad it is over for 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-3488991733058721456?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3488991733058721456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=3488991733058721456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/3488991733058721456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/3488991733058721456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/bargain-sale-2009.html' title='Bargain Sale 2009'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-1629554588723950048</id><published>2009-10-08T15:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:39:16.404-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Best of Fall</title><content type='html'>I love the fall.  It is my favorite season for so many reasons.  I love the cooler temperatures, the changing leaves, the beginning of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hockey&lt;/span&gt; and football, and all of the wonderful holidays.  It is also the beginning of the new TV season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have checked out a few of the new shows this year.  Here's what I think so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Community&lt;/strong&gt; - I thought the first episode of this show was hilarious.  It has a great ensemble cast including the great Chevy Chase.  The second two episodes were enjoyable, but not as funny as the premier.  I am a little upset with NBC.  They have moved Community to 8:00pm which will conflict with two other shows that I watch.  So, I guess Community lasted for three episodes as far as I am concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Vampire Diaries&lt;/strong&gt; - I love anything with a paranormal premise.  In this show, we have two brother vampires who have returned to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; small VA town.  One is a vampire with humanity who does not drink human blood and seems to want a normal life.  The other is an evil vampire who thinks of humans merely as food and does not seem to care who he hurts.  In the middle of the brothers is Elena, a gorgeous young woman who resembles a woman from the brother's past.  It seems the past is repeating itself as both brothers are drawn to Elena.  So far, I like it.  Yes, the cast is mostly teenagers, but I do enjoy the love triangle and the supernatural.  Did I mention there is a witch, too?  I am keeping this one on my list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cougartown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- I have always liked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Courteney&lt;/span&gt; Cox.  I think she is a gorgeous woman and a funny actress.  I had high hopes for this show about a 40 something divorced woman starting to date again.  The premier episode was a dog.  I stopped watching with about 5 minutes left.  It was not funny or clever.  I deleted the show and have not looked back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Good Wife&lt;/strong&gt; - This story is set in Chicago.  The state's attorney (guest star Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Noth&lt;/span&gt;) has resigned in scandal.  He has shamed his family and is now serving time in prison.  His wife, Alicia, has stood by him and now must put her family back together.  She (the wonderful Julianna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Marguiles&lt;/span&gt;) has returned to the law and is now a 40 something woman working as a junior associate in a law firm headed by her good friend (Josh Charles - loved him since Sports Night) from law school.  I like the quirky cast and watching Alicia find her legal skills after a 13 year absence.  I really like this show and hope it continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Modern Family&lt;/strong&gt; - The first show made me weep because I was laughing so hard.  We missed the second episode due to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; failure, but saw the third episode last night.  I love the crazy son-in-law and the gay couple.  So far, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flash Forward&lt;/strong&gt; - This show was one of the most hyped coming into the new season.  Every person on the planet blacks out for 2+ minutes.  People are given a glimpse into their own future - what they are doing on April 29, 2010.  We return to the present, and all the pieces must be put together to find out why it happened and how we get from here to there.  Promising premise.  It sounded interesting, and the initial episode was interesting.  How does a loving wife who would never cheat wind up with another man in a few short months?  What killed it for me was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;commercial&lt;/span&gt; that aired during the show.  The main character is walking down the street just as everyone is coming to from the blackout. There is a kangaroo that jumps past him.  The announcer point it out again and says something like "Did you see the kangaroo?  It may be important."  Well, it the show need to point out things that may be important, it is assuming I am not smart enough to follow it.  I finished the first episode and moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are you watching this season?  Has anything caught your interest?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-1629554588723950048?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1629554588723950048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=1629554588723950048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1629554588723950048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1629554588723950048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/best-of-fall.html' title='Best of Fall'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-5079469898004696827</id><published>2009-10-06T15:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T15:20:41.348-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JLDOC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catching up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>So Much to Say</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have been gone for so long! There is no real excuse - life just got busy on me. Well, there are many things to update now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Still undecided about book club - I did not go to the first meeting of the year. It was the same night as a beer tasting at The Flying Saucer, so I went with Bill to that event. We drank yummy pumpkin ales (Cottonwood Pumpkin) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oktoberfests&lt;/span&gt; (Old Dominion rocks). To me, it was much better than a book club meeting. I was all set to quit the book club for these monthly beer tastings when they announced that the tastings would move to Thursdays starting in October. I have no excuses now. I still want to quit, but the conflict was so easy. Now, I am uncertain again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Junior League is going full swing. I am actually liking what I am doing this year. It has been fun so far, and I have had a chance to get to know the women in my committee better. I am having issues with my Extra Hands assignment, but we will see how it goes in the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am still running. We went to a happy hour last Thursday for the Galloway group. It was fun to see people in regular clothes, and I enjoyed talking to our friends Lesley and George. On Saturday, I had the longest run of my life - 23 miles. I felt great for the first 14 or so miles, but then the hills and the sun really started to affect my energy. There were 3 of us still running at 18 miles. I told the other women that I was ready to lie down on the trail and be still for about an hour. I was glad to know everyone felt that way, too. Somehow the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;camaraderie&lt;/span&gt; made it easier to keep running. I will say that I was very excited to see the lake which signaled the end of my run. Had you told me to go another 3.2 miles to finish marathon distance, I am not sure I could have done it. I will have to do it in less than 2 weeks. It will be an adventure. Finally today, my legs are feeling back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hockey season opened in Carolina on Friday night. I was able to go to the first game with my friends Heather and her friend Tammy. Tammy was able to get us a 3 ticket package that included the opening game. The arena has a cool new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jumbotron&lt;/span&gt; in the center with many screens. We have several new players as well. Still, the crowd, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jumbotron&lt;/span&gt;, and the new meat were not enough to get the win. The Canes lost to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Flyers&lt;/span&gt; 2-0. As of today, they have yet to win a game and have an 0-2 start. I hope it changes tonight against Tampa Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I saw what was quite possibly the best concert of my life - U2 at Carter Finley (NC State) Stadium with Muse as the opening act. I have never seen a production like the U2 stage. It looks like a claw with four talons over a round stage with an additional outer ring. There were bridges that allow the guys to move over the crowd to the outer ring. There was a huge screen over the stage that showed the concert and expanded for an extra light show. The music was amazing (I am a new fan of Muse). U2 played all of there hits with one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;notable&lt;/span&gt; exception - Pride (In the Name of Love). It was really the one song I wanted to hear the most, and I was disappointed. I did get to hear Beautiful Day, The City of Blinding Lights, Magnificent, Where the Streets Have No Name, I Still Haven't Found what I am Looking For, With or Without You, and many, many more. If U2 comes near you, I would highly recommend you see the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My company has hooked me up with an executive coach to help me with my interpersonal issues. I met with her last week for an initial introduction. It should be interesting to see where we go from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I covered all the news pretty well. I will try to be better about keeping up my blog. I should have more to post soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-5079469898004696827?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5079469898004696827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=5079469898004696827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/5079469898004696827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/5079469898004696827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-much-to-say.html' title='So Much to Say'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-8735158305249753573</id><published>2009-09-13T10:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T10:43:36.764-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early mornings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Longest Run Ever</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I completed my longest run ever - 20 miles.  I was nervous going into the day.  My previous high was 16 miles last year, and 14 miles this season.  I wasn't sure I would be able to make the extra distance.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I finish a half marathon, I feel like I have given it my all, and there is no way I could go any further.  It would all be tested on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 4:10am to meet my friend to get an early start.  She prefers to go earlier in the day for long runs so we can finish earlier.  I was hesitant to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wake&lt;/span&gt; up this early, but I am sure glad that I did.  We met in the pitch darkness of the morning.  I was surprised to see 6 people from another group already there to run.  There were 4 in our group, so there are at least 10 crazy people in the area.  We ran with headlamps and a little but of conversation.  I was scared after the first mile - I seemed to be having problems breathing.  I felt like I was going too fast, but there was no choice.  I did not have my own lamp, and there was no way I was going to be by myself in the dark.  The others were able to slow for me, though, and we ran 5 miles before heading back to meet the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be an extra benefit for me.  My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Garmin&lt;/span&gt; watch failed after 4.8 miles.  I was lucky to be able to reset it in the parking lot before the main group run began. It would have been really horrible to have it fail during the main run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began the big group run with a 10 miler on a familiar path.  I felt like I was doing quite well at first, but became tired on the return.  Of course I was tired!  By that time, I was in the 13&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; mile of my day.  We returned to the start and our group began to break up according to how long everyone was to run.  The longer distance group went out again.  I maintained my place in the back of the 5 person main group.  I was tired, but overall, felt surprisingly good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I was saying goodbye to my friends.  I was so glad to have run the 5 miles so early, so I was able to cut the run short and head back to the car. I was lucky to meet another Galloway runner on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;path&lt;/span&gt; heading back to the lake.  She had lost her legs during her run, and fell behind her group. It was so nice to have someone to finish the last 2.5 miles.  It really helps to have someone to talk to at that point.  She was great, but soon we were parting ways.  She had another 3 miles to finish when I was done.  I headed home after about 5 1/2 hours of running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt OK when I got home.  Stretching was tough, but I put on my compression socks.  This morning, my legs feel pretty good, but I do have soreness in my hips.  I have 2 more training runs (23 mi and 26 mi) plus the actual marathon.  I am beginning to think I can really do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-8735158305249753573?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8735158305249753573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=8735158305249753573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/8735158305249753573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/8735158305249753573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/longest-run-ever.html' title='Longest Run Ever'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-7160544875278999151</id><published>2009-09-08T14:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:00:44.604-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clubs'/><title type='text'>Decisions, Decisions</title><content type='html'>The time for my book club to start again is quickly drawing near.  We will have our opening meeting/potluck dinner in 3 weeks.  Like so many other things in my life, I am torn between staying or going.  I love the people in my book club.  Going to our monthly meetings is pretty much the only time I would get to see them (except perhaps at a holiday party).  I like some of the books we have read, but they are usually the type I would not chose to read.  I feel like I don't really have much to say at these meetings, but I do really enjoy the social part.  There have even been a few meetings where I haven't even read the book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what should I do?  Should I stay or should I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros: &lt;strong&gt;the people&lt;/strong&gt;, different books than I would normally read&lt;br /&gt;Cons: the books, amount of time it takes, lack of discussion points from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-7160544875278999151?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7160544875278999151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=7160544875278999151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/7160544875278999151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/7160544875278999151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, Decisions'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-5864467441173519394</id><published>2009-09-04T16:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T16:13:33.667-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='half marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Marathon des Deux Rives</title><content type='html'>Quebec City, Canada - August 30, 2009 - Bill and I wanted to run a half marathon in late August-early September as part of our training.  We found this race, and decided to make a vacation of it.  I, for one, am very glad we did.  It was a great race and a wonderful trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our race day started early (don’t they always?) with a walk from our hotel down to the port of Quebec City.  There, we joined fellow runners on the ferry across the St. Lawrence River to the town of Levis where both the marathon and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;demi&lt;/span&gt; (half) marathon would start.  Once ashore, we were separated into different shuttle bus lines for our trip to the start.  The marathoners (42.2K in Canada) were going to town and the top of a long ascent.  We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;demi&lt;/span&gt; marathoners (21.1K) were delivered to the start near a park in a residential area of Levis.  I was sure the neighbors would not be happy about blasting stereos at 6:30am and the noise of hundreds of runners, but the homeowners were out to cheer us on early on a Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;demi&lt;/span&gt; marathon started at a relatively flat area of Levis.  It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t last long.  Soon, we hit one big hill, a short break, and a second big hill.  Luckily, these hills were the worst of the course, so I was glad to get them out of the way early.  Soon after the hills, we were on the world’s longest cantilever bridge crossing the St. Lawrence to Quebec City.  There was a long downhill (finally!) to a road that ran just along the river.  We stayed on this road all the way into Quebec City.  The race finished in the heart of the port with lots and lots of excited spectators shouting “Bravo!” as I passed.  The last few yards were even on a red carpet.  Once we crossed the finish line and returned our race chips, we received a unique lighted finisher’s medal.  We also got a bag to choose our food from the finisher’s area.  There was plenty of water, bagels, cookies, yogurt, chips, peanut, and other food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very impressed with this race.  The expo was small, but nice.  We received a reusable tote bag and a technical shirt with our race information.  By staying at one of the official race hotels and booking the stay through the race center, we received free entry into the pasta dinner.  The food was good and plentiful, but, alas, there was no wine at the dinner.  There were many stops along the race route with both French and English signs announcing what was available at the stop.  There were stops for bananas, oranges, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Carb&lt;/span&gt; Boom!, and even wet sponges (although we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t need them as the remnants of Hurricane Danny kept the morning cool and overcast).  The race was measured in kilometers.  The kilometer signs descended to let you know how many Ks you had left to the finish.  I enjoyed passing all 21 kilometer signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quebec City is a wonderful place to visit as well.  The city is gorgeous and quaint.  The people are very friendly and will gladly speak to you in English if, like us, you do not speak French.  The food is delicious, and Canadian beer is exceptionally good.  The weather in August is quite cool as well.  We both enjoyed this vacation, and would recommend this race to anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-5864467441173519394?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5864467441173519394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=5864467441173519394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/5864467441173519394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/5864467441173519394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/marathon-des-deux-rives.html' title='Marathon des Deux Rives'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-7562114282659289572</id><published>2009-08-25T13:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T14:11:27.145-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Bike Crawl #2</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday, our friend Jon organized our second bike tour/beer run.  The weather did not hold out for us this time, but it didn't matter.  I think I had as much, if not more, fun this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tour started at J&amp;amp;M's house.  We had to delay our start by 30-45 minutes due to a downpour, but we were soon on our way.  We rode our bike a few miles over to the NC Museum of Art which has a beautiful trail (though hilly!) that connects it to the Meredith College campus.  We have been lucky to run there on several occasions.  The trail has a variety of art works along it and leads to a pedestrian bridge that goes over a major highway.  From there, we headed toward the NC State Campus and our first stop, &lt;a href="http://www.eastvillagegrill.com/"&gt;East Village Grill &amp;amp; Bar&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;East Village is a popular hangout for the NC State crowd.  Their deck is usually packed on the evenings, but we had it to ourselves in the afternoon.  It was a great place to relax for a few minutes with a beer before heading to the next stop.  Unfortunately, it started to rain just a bit as we were sitting at East Village.  We quickly rode over to our second stop, the &lt;a href="http://www.beerandburgers.com/"&gt;Village Draft House&lt;/a&gt;, with a quick stop at &lt;a href="http://www.raleighlittletheatre.org/"&gt;The Raleigh Little Theater &lt;/a&gt;for coverage from the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached Village Draft House, the rain began again in earnest.  Luckily, we were able to be seated in a covered area outside where we could sip a beer while watching the rain pour on our bicycles.  We were determined (and hungry), so we powered on the the next stop, &lt;a href="http://www.beerknurd.com/"&gt;The Flying Saucer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an easy ride downtown to our old friend, The Sauce.  Once there, we ate big hot pretzels and enjoyed a beer on the covered deck.  We were not done eating, though.  Out next stop was &lt;a href="http://www.krispykreme.com/"&gt;Krispy Kreme&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were a little giddy at this point, with beer in our tummies and rain on our backs.  The donuts were fresh and sweet - a great stop on a Saturday afternoon.  The sugar gave us the energy we needed to head to &lt;a href="http://www.bigbossbrewing.com/"&gt;Big Boss Brewery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Boss is my favorite of our local breweries.  One of my personal favorite beers, Bad Penny, is brewed there.  There brew pub is a neat little watering hole with tons of memorabilia and great people.  We even met some new friends at the table next to us.  The do not serve food, but they are just a few blocks away from our final stop, &lt;a href="http://www.carolinaalehouse.com/"&gt;Carolina Ale House&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were planning to be at Carolina Ale House around 3pm, but with the rain we were closer to 6pm.  It worked out well as we had quite an appetite for dinner when we arrived.  We had stashed two cars in the parking lot so we could load up and return to the beginning after dinner.  It had been a long day, but one of the best days we had in a long time.  Bike Crawl #3 has got its work cut out to beat this day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out pictures from our adventure on &lt;a href="http://racephan.smugmug.com/Active/Raleigh-Bike-Tour-II/9390858_TT6GD#P-1-15"&gt;Jon's photo site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-7562114282659289572?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7562114282659289572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=7562114282659289572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/7562114282659289572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/7562114282659289572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/bike-crawl-2.html' title='Bike Crawl #2'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-1511946451223189468</id><published>2009-08-24T11:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:47:00.487-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunions'/><title type='text'>20 Years?  Seems like yesterday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/SpLD2YsULTI/AAAAAAAAAZE/cTNYoJi1vqI/s1600-h/Melissa+and+Susan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373572644515097906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/SpLD2YsULTI/AAAAAAAAAZE/cTNYoJi1vqI/s400/Melissa+and+Susan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so glad that I went to California for my 20th high school reunion weekend. Not only did I have a great weekend with my friends who I don't get to see enough, I actually had a blast at the reunion!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was nervous for nothing. People were so nice at the reunion. Folks remembered me from elementary school (we even got a picture of a group of us who all graduated from Montevideo, our elementary school). Facebook even helped. We felt like we all knew one another via our posts, so it wasn't hard to start up a conversation. The venue was wonderful, too. I have added more friends to my Facebook list, and just thoroughly enjoyed every moment of the reunion. I am already thinking about making this trip a yearly venture to CA, and I would certainly consider going to the 25th reunion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my fears and concerns were for nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On top of a fabulous reunion, I got to see three of my best friends. I stayed with Melissa who I met in elementary school and have stayed in touch with over all these years. She still lives in the area, so she made an excellent tour guide for my return trip. We went to all three of our schools, drove around town to see how things have changed, and went to see my old house, now totally different with no trees and a second story addition. I also got to spend a glorious Sunday in Laguna Beach at the Sawdust Art Festival with Melissa and sisters Devi and Dorene. Devi and Dorene lived with their parents just three houses down from mine. Our families were extremely close, and went out to dinner every Friday night for many years. It had been years since I saw all three ladies, and we had a wonderful day together. I made me realize how lucky I am to have life long friends. I truly cherish my friendship with each of these ladies. I know it will not be years before we see each other again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of Melissa and me at the reunion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-1511946451223189468?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1511946451223189468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=1511946451223189468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1511946451223189468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1511946451223189468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/20-years-seems-like-yesterday.html' title='20 Years?  Seems like yesterday...'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/SpLD2YsULTI/AAAAAAAAAZE/cTNYoJi1vqI/s72-c/Melissa+and+Susan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-2323974531620434326</id><published>2009-08-13T16:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:20:23.138-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nervous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='older'/><title type='text'>Where did the time go?</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I leave to go to my 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; high school reunion.  Now, I actually did not graduate from the high school in CA (I did graduate from a high school in SC), but I did spend second grade to tenth grade there.  I count CA as the place I grew up.  I know these folks better than I know the people I actually did graduate with in SC.  So, I am heading out there and staying with one of my dearest friends who I have not seen in about 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited, but also nervous.  Will people remember me?  Will I remember them?  Will they think it is strange that I am there even though technically I did not graduate from CA?  With the advent of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, I have gotten in touch with so many more people.  Most are so excited for the reunion.  I hope the trip will be as much fun as I imagine it will be.  I guess I will have to let you know when I get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-2323974531620434326?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2323974531620434326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=2323974531620434326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/2323974531620434326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/2323974531620434326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-did-time-go.html' title='Where did the time go?'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-6981629618437234436</id><published>2009-08-12T11:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:29:15.793-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='influences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen years'/><title type='text'>Rest in Peace, Mr. Hughes</title><content type='html'>I was just listening to Billy Idol's cover of "Don't You Forget About Me."  It takes me back to my teen years.  The Breakfast Club was the first R rated movie I ever saw in the theater.  We walked up to the box office to buy the tickets, but they would not sell them to us as we were clearly not 17 years old.  The person who drove us to the theater (I can't remember if it was my parent or my friend's parent) stepped up to get us the tickets.  In we went to our first adult movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this day, The Breakfast Club is still a favorite.  It makes me laugh, it makes my cry, and it makes me remember that people may look different, but we are mostly all the same on the inside.  We all feel pain, sadness, happiness, and fear.  It is finding that similarity in your fellow man that makes it easier to go through life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Michael Jackson, John Hughes was a huge influence on me as I was growing up.  It is hard to believe that both are gone.  They will always remain in my heart and mind, as I am sure they will in millions of people, old and young, throughout the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-6981629618437234436?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6981629618437234436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=6981629618437234436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/6981629618437234436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/6981629618437234436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/rest-in-peace-mr-hughes.html' title='Rest in Peace, Mr. Hughes'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-2667619371926017558</id><published>2009-08-10T14:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:47:10.995-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal best'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triathlon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bicycles'/><title type='text'>It's Tri Time Again - Triathlon #4</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I participated in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UNC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wellness&lt;/span&gt; Super Sprint Triathlon.  I had some good advantages coming in to this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;UNC&lt;/span&gt; Wellness is my home gym, so I am very familiar with the pool and surrounding area.  It is also just a few minutes from my house, so no 4:15 am wake up call (we got to sleep in until 5:45)!  I also have my brand new bike.  It turned out that all of those things did work in my favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very excited for the pool swim.  I really lucked out with a 2 minute break right in front of me.  There were no people in the lanes in front of me when I started.  I got extra lucky that the person behind me was missing, so there was a 20 second gap between me and the next swimmer.  I spoke to the guy before we got started.  He said he was new to the sport and that this was his first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt;.  I thought that would also benefit me, but it didn't.  He did catch me in about the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; lap.  I let him go around, but then he slowed (I think he went out too fast - rookie mistake).  I wound up literally on his heels for the rest of the swim.  It did help with my breathing and energy, but I may have been able to go a bit faster.  Still, I finished the 250 meter swim in a new personal record - 6:23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T1 is usually a breeze for me.  This time, it was a little bit different.  I had to get on my bike shoes, then run with the cleats on my feet to the mount line.  I was right at what I thought I would do - 2:22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new bike and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;clipless&lt;/span&gt; pedals made all the difference in the world.  You start the bike on a flat section for less than 1/4 mile, then turn right and straight up a big hill.  I was a bit tired getting up the hill, but once I scaled it, I started to fly.  I really felt strong on the bike.  I was going so fast, I passed the guy who had passed me on the hill.  I actually got past more people than those who passed me.  I was very excited about that.  I even got to pass the guy who held me up in the pool.  By the end of the 14K (about 9 miles) ride, I was feeling tired.  I did have to slow a bit at times to catch my breath and straighten my back, but I will get better the more I ride.  I was very proud of my bike time - 37:28 - which ranked 97 out of the 193 female competitors.  It was clearly my best stage of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T2 used to be easy for me.  I would not have to change shoes.  This time, I did have to change from bike shoes to running shoes.  The great time also took its toll on my legs.  I was more wobbly than usual coming off the bike.  I had to walk out of transition.  It was a bit longer than T1 at 2:32.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed out to run the neighborhood of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Meadowmont&lt;/span&gt;.  It is a lovely place, but has a lot of hills.  We had a pretty quick ascent that was soon followed by a nice downhill.  All of the folks around me were very glad for the downhill, but we soon remembered we would have to see this same road from the other direction.  The volunteers on the course were wonderful.  They were so supportive and kind (one lady took my empty water cup without my having to ask).  I was able to run quite a bit, but did stop to run when I felt the need.  I felt very strong at the finish (the downhill helped), and finished the run in 37:43.  The 5K was a new PR for me.  I was shocked to get a PR in the third leg of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt;, but very happy.  My overall time was 1:26:25, well under my goal of 1:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did try something different for this race.  My friend, Judy, told me that she had her best times at triathlons when she ran the day before the race.  So, on Saturday, I met my running group for our regular run.  I did the 9.82 miles with the group, and still felt great for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt;.  Guess I will have to run on 10/10 before my final triathlon of the season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-2667619371926017558?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2667619371926017558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=2667619371926017558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/2667619371926017558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/2667619371926017558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-tri-time-again-triathlon-4.html' title='It&apos;s Tri Time Again - Triathlon #4'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-7587022729630206068</id><published>2009-08-07T15:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T15:26:59.743-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overwhelmed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Feels like the end of summer</title><content type='html'>Things have started getting busy again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is not my favorite season.  Actually, it is my least favorite season.  The only good thing about summer is that most of my activities are on hiatus.  The Junior League ends in May, and traditionally begins in September.  Hockey season ends in June to start again in October.  My book club has a final meeting around Memorial Day, then picks back up at the end of September.  It is only August 7, and I can already feel things closing in on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first committee meeting for the Junior League this past Wednesday.  It was a nice meeting - a chance to meet everyone in the group and organize for the coming year.  I will be on the same committee this year.  Our function is to plan single day volunteer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt; in the community.  I contacted one local agency already, and the one day they have available for us is the same day I have to run 26 miles according to my training schedule.  Guess I will have to pass off the activity because I don't think I could work a three hour shift after 26 miles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did something stupid.  I actually took on more responsibility with the League.  I am going to be a membership advisor for our committee.  We have our first meeting next Wednesday.  They promise it will be easy and that we will only have 4 meetings a year.  Of course, those meetings fall on a Wednesday night like all of the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JLDOC&lt;/span&gt; meetings.  Wednesday night is my yoga night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have quit hockey, and I am seriously considering quitting my book club.  I had hoped I had time to make a decision, but it feels like time is running out even though the weather outside is still very warm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-7587022729630206068?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7587022729630206068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=7587022729630206068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/7587022729630206068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/7587022729630206068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/feels-like-end-of-summer.html' title='Feels like the end of summer'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-2145819396978052414</id><published>2009-07-29T20:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T20:58:31.836-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aches'/><title type='text'>My achin' back!</title><content type='html'>My back has been sore for three days now.  It is my lower back, and I am not completely sure what is causing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I went for a bike ride on Sunday.  It was a hot day, but I really wanted to try out my new bike.  I was nervous about working with the clipless pedals (shoes that clip right in to the bike pedals), but I soon got the hang of it.  I actually have a bigger problem getting my feet in the pedals than out.  I am pleased to report that never fell over on my bike (at least not yet).  I rode around the parking lot for a bit, then we headed out to the road for a short ride.  Soon, we were back at the car, and it just didn't seem like we had gone far enough.  So, out we went again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode along the American Tobacco Trail until it ended.  We ran into  fellow biker who told us he had been harassed by two teens further down the trail.  He said that they had tried to knock him off his bike.  We rode with him for a while until he got a call from the police stating that the perps had been found and returned home (one boy was receiving a beating from his mama in the front yard).  I was starting the get very tired at this point, and it was well after lunch.  My back was aching and my hands hurt from holding the handles.  I was afraid I would not be able to make it back to the truck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, we ran into friends on the trail, and I perked up a bit.  We did make it back to the truck after about an hour and a half of riding (courtesy of my new bike computer that track time actually moving on the bike).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know one needs good core strength for bike riding (which I don't have).  I also know that the position of the bike is different than what I am used to being in, but should my back still hurt because of the ride?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-2145819396978052414?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2145819396978052414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=2145819396978052414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/2145819396978052414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/2145819396978052414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-achin-back.html' title='My achin&apos; back!'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-2395717487875825754</id><published>2009-07-24T14:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T14:10:48.404-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning curve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bicycles'/><title type='text'>New Toy #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/SmoHDKlyKfI/AAAAAAAAAY8/kooKCBRZY8E/s1600-h/My+bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362106057301830130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/SmoHDKlyKfI/AAAAAAAAAY8/kooKCBRZY8E/s400/My+bike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Triangle&lt;/span&gt; Triathlon, I really wanted a road bike. While I love my sport hybrid, it is just not the bike you want to use for racing. So, last weekend, I got a new bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to several stores and I rode several bikes. This one, however, just felt right. This bike literally makes me smile when I ride it. Well, you can't just buy a bike nowadays. With a road bike, you need bike shoes to clip into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;clipless&lt;/span&gt; pedals. You need cages to hold your water bottles and a computer to monitor how fast you are riding. There is also the necessary biking wardrobe - gel bike shorts to make the seat more comfortable and bike jerseys that are tight at the bottom to keep from causing wind drag. It cost a pretty penny, but I think it will be so worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend is the hard part. I will be practicing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;clipless&lt;/span&gt; pedals for the first time outside of a trainer (a device that keeps you steady an upright). I am afraid that I will fall over. Most people do forget that their feet are attached to the bicycle for their first ride. I know I will get used to it and it will become second nature. Then, I can do what I really want to do - ride my beautiful new bike for miles and miles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-2395717487875825754?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2395717487875825754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=2395717487875825754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/2395717487875825754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/2395717487875825754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-toy-2.html' title='New Toy #2'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/SmoHDKlyKfI/AAAAAAAAAY8/kooKCBRZY8E/s72-c/My+bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-1087870885263422138</id><published>2009-07-20T11:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:14:10.159-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misty'/><title type='text'>New Toy #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/SmSXxuvrNjI/AAAAAAAAAY0/TYoXd6zllJ8/s1600-h/ITouch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360576337095112242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 385px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/SmSXxuvrNjI/AAAAAAAAAY0/TYoXd6zllJ8/s400/ITouch2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About two weeks ago, my wonderful hubby surprised me. He purchased a gift for me that was from my wonderful girls, Misty and Lily. He said they wanted to get me something nice to remember their first anniversary with us (yes, it has been one year since we adopted Misty and Lily from the SPCA). Inside the box, much to my surprise, was an ITouch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first, I was not sure what to think. The ITouch has the same features as the IPhone, yet it is not a phone. It is also not a camera. It does, however, have access to the Internet as long as there is a Wifi signal. So, you can access your e-mails while in a Hot spot, but not where there is no network present. I wasn't really sure how I would use it, but I have grown to love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It does have a calendar and all of my contact information in it. I can also load on photos of my loved ones, and well as all of my MP3 music files. It has 16GB of memory, so when I am travelling next month, I can but a movie on the unit and watch it whenever I want. It is small and incredibly compact, but has all of these features. Plus, you have the App Store at Apple where you can download games, podcasts, websites, and much more for free or for a nominal charge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have also found it the past two weeks that there are more and more places with WiFi. I have been able to get online at my car dealership and at various restaurants. It is also great to have at home if you need to check your e-mail quickly, but don't want to boot up the computer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say hubby and the girls did a wonderful job with this gift. I love my ITouch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-1087870885263422138?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1087870885263422138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=1087870885263422138' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1087870885263422138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1087870885263422138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-toy-1.html' title='New Toy #1'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/SmSXxuvrNjI/AAAAAAAAAY0/TYoXd6zllJ8/s72-c/ITouch2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-1544620870156750535</id><published>2009-07-14T06:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T07:15:52.703-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triathlon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenges'/><title type='text'>Third Tri is a Charm</title><content type='html'>This past Sunday, I participated in my third and most challenging triathlon.  It was the &lt;a href="http://www.setupevents.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=event_detail&amp;amp;eventID=1177"&gt;Triangle Triathlon&lt;/a&gt;, a race Bill participated in last year.  The location of the race had moved this year from a murky brown lake filled with possible toxins to a lake that is used to cool the nuclear power plant.  Most people said it was a wonderful change.  I am just happy to be alive and not glowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day began at 4:15am (yes, we were wondering if there were ever any evening triathlons we could do), and we were on our way to the race site by 4:45 am.  We arrived in plenty of time which was a definite advantage due to the lack of parking at the park.  We were able to set up our gear (and fix it as we both had racked our bikes incorrectly) and get body marked with ease. There was also a little bit of time for meditation, which I really needed before the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had signed up for this race on a spur of the moment whim.  After the process was complete, I began to freak out about what I had done. This race was far longer than anything I had done, and the swim section was in a lake, not a pool.  There was also a time limit of 2 hours and 30 minutes that really scared me.  I have never been removed from a race because of a time limit, and I certainly did not want it to happen in this race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we got ready to head down to the beach, we found some friends of friends who had also signed up for the race.  It was so nice to have someone to talk to as we waited for the wave start to begin.  The husband of our friends, M, started first.  Soon, Bill was off in the water.  As the waves continued every four minutes, it was soon time for A and I to head to the lake. It was so nice to have her there and in the same wave.  I didn't have time to think about how nervous I was or worry about anything.  We were knee deep in water, watching the group before us head to the first buoy before I knew it.  Then, the horn sounded and it was our turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the other tris I have done have been pool swims, it was a whole different thing to do an open water swim.  First, your whole age group starts at once.  Second, the water is dark and murky.  Third, you have to watch where you are going so you don't miss a marker and get off course.  There are arms and legs all over the place. It is hard to tell where you are until you are right at someone's legs.  The swim was also 750 meters, 500 more meters than my longest race.  I have to say, though, that I was proud of my swim.  Sure, it was slow going, but I never stopped or had to grab a rescue boat.  I felt comfortable in the water.  I think if I practice the spotting, I could do quite well.  I did get run over by some of the men who started behind me, but I still was not the last in my group to reach the shore.  I finished the swim in 22:56.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the shore and started the long run to the transition area.  My transition time was very high, 4:33, but there was a long run from the lake up to the transition area, then to the end to enter.  I hate being barefoot, but I managed to run up the grass without an incident.  I was off on my bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biking is not my strongest discipline.  I ride a sport hybrid bike.  It is a nice bike for cruising, but not really meant for racing.  If I had a road bike, I am sure my time would improve just from the change of gear.  After this race, I am very interested in getting a road bike and working on my cycling.  I must have been passed by 100 cyclists on the course.  The course itself was not too bad.  There was one dramatic hill (I am not the best hill climber), but the rest was relatively flat.  I gave up 7 spaces during the bike ride, and it was tough watching all those folks pass me by.  Still, I kept moving, and finished the 17.5 mile course in 1:16:40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second transition was much better as I didn't have to change shoes.  It would have been great if I could have gotten my bike racked properly, but it still only took 2:01.  I was off on the run, seeing my friend A heading toward the finish on my way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The run was different.  It was a 5K course (3.1 miles), but most of the running was on a trail.  I had never done a trail run before, so it was a different feel being on a dirt path than asphalt.  It was also starting to get hot.  The beginning of the run was in a shaded area, but it soon gave way to high grass and no covering.  I kept moving forward as best I could, stopping to dump water on my head and drink as I could.  I did have to walk (really must start doing brick workouts!), but I kept moving.  I really was beginning to think it was the longest 5K of my life when I finally got to the turn around point.  I was tired and really staring to question why I do these races. I headed back to the fork, and a race volunteer told me I was near the asphalt.  As soon as I hit road, I felt much better.  I was in the parking lot, and could hear the finish.  I ran as best I could up to the finish line, and knew I wasn't the last to cross.  I finished the run in 40:46, not stellar, but not too far off my PR of 38:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal was to complete this race in the 2 hour, 30 minute limit.  I finished in 2:26:54.  Not bad for my longest triathlon.  I know I can do better.  Not that it is over, I am looking forward to my next event (a shorter tri in August), and even considering an Olympic distance event for next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.newsobserver.com/sports/story/1605206.html"&gt;local paper's story about the event&lt;/a&gt;.  Take a look at the photo gallery as well.  Photo #28 shows my husband running toward his bike during T1.  He is the blond in the black suit on the left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-1544620870156750535?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1544620870156750535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=1544620870156750535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1544620870156750535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/1544620870156750535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/third-tri-is-charm.html' title='Third Tri is a Charm'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-8618207805430560569</id><published>2009-07-10T13:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:24:22.638-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading. obsession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>My Latest Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/SleHQPsoMZI/AAAAAAAAAYs/WRXDL77J0OI/s1600-h/th_TrueBlood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356898994941866386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/SleHQPsoMZI/AAAAAAAAAYs/WRXDL77J0OI/s400/th_TrueBlood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have a tendency to become obsessed. I became obsessed with Gossip Girl (but have since stopped watching it) and the Twilight Book series (I finished that obsession, and now have the movies to obsess over). Now, my latest obsession is the HBO series True Blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had heard about the series in passing or in an entertainment magazine, so I decided to put the show on my queue at Netflix. Well, now I am hooked. We watched all of the episodes in Season 1 just as the second season began on HBO. Of course, we do not get HBO at our house. It has been tough for me because I have already heard from friends that this season is really good. I have seen things in People magazine about the stars on the show, and it just makes me want to see the new shows even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show is based on the novels by Charlaine Harris about a telepathic waitress named Sookie Stackhouse who lives in the town of Bon Temps, LA. Her boyfriend, Bill, is a vampire. The town is full of other colorful characters as well, some with unique abilities. I have always loved any story with magic or paranormal things in it. The fact that it is also a love story with a twist is just a huge bonus. I also love the chemistry of the two stars of the show, Anna Paquin and Stephen Moyer. When I found out that the two are also a couple in real life, I just went over the top of obsession mode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been pricing out cable TV to see if I could somehow make it work to get HBO. Of course, my dear friend, Melissa, said that we could have a True Blood marathon when I go visit her next month so I can catch all of the new shows. I just don't know how long I can wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I can always read the books. I have also added a few other TV series to our queue. Will Big Love, Mad Men, Rescue Me, or Entourage take the edge off the obsession? I don't know. I do know that if you haven't seen True Blood yet, check it out. It may be your obsession, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-8618207805430560569?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8618207805430560569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=8618207805430560569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/8618207805430560569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/8618207805430560569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-latest-obsession.html' title='My Latest Obsession'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/SleHQPsoMZI/AAAAAAAAAYs/WRXDL77J0OI/s72-c/th_TrueBlood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-4556201797015585267</id><published>2009-07-06T07:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T07:17:40.481-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home improvement'/><title type='text'>Laundry room Re-do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/SlHrWPbCUqI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ZDUkrDWjogs/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355320199249810082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/SlHrWPbCUqI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ZDUkrDWjogs/s200/IMG_0216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/SlHqye38G1I/AAAAAAAAAYc/b7EiYWOhxAU/s1600-h/IMG_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355319584922278738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/SlHqye38G1I/AAAAAAAAAYc/b7EiYWOhxAU/s200/IMG_0217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This weekend, Bill and I renovated the laundry room. Bill took down the wood cabinet and repainted the room. We then picked out wire shelving from Lowe's and installed it in place of the cabinets. We also installed shelves on the side of the room and hooks to hold our grocery bags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a little nervous about this project. I was unsure how the wire shelves would look since there would not be any doors to hide things. I love how it looks now. It seems much cleaner, organized, and brighter. It is a happier place to do laundry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-4556201797015585267?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4556201797015585267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=4556201797015585267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/4556201797015585267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/4556201797015585267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/laundry-room-re-do.html' title='Laundry room Re-do'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/SlHrWPbCUqI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ZDUkrDWjogs/s72-c/IMG_0216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-8922202525666862544</id><published>2009-07-04T11:40:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T12:28:52.568-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spa'/><title type='text'>Vacation in A-ville</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/Sk-Js4QOYpI/AAAAAAAAAX0/NDSjA41Etp0/s1600-h/IMG_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354649886074495634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/Sk-Js4QOYpI/AAAAAAAAAX0/NDSjA41Etp0/s200/IMG_0143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the triathlon last Sunday, Bill and I headed west to Asheville, NC. I had always wanted to stay at the &lt;a href="http://www.groveparkinn.com/"&gt;Grove Park Inn&lt;/a&gt;, and we had seen a special in our local paper. We got a package deal for 2 nights stay which included various discounts throughout the resort. So, away we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived around 5pm Sunday evening. We were supposed to have a double bed room with a property view, but my wonderful husband asked if there were any King rooms available. We were quickly upgraded to a king room in the newest wing of the resort, the Sammons Wing. We were on the 8th floor, so we had a spectacular view of the mountains and downtown. I immediately feel in love with the Craftsman style of our room and its wonderful amenities. We headed to the bar in &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/Sk-IRjq-DKI/AAAAAAAAAXk/qngzl4KiTRY/s1600-h/IMG_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the lobby (or Great &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/Sk-JMhwJ2_I/AAAAAAAAAXs/M044BoF35B0/s1600-h/IMG_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354649330278587378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/Sk-JMhwJ2_I/AAAAAAAAAXs/M044BoF35B0/s200/IMG_0166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hall as it is called) for a few beers. We took our over priced brews out to one of the terraces to enjoy the stunning view. Soon, it was time for dinner, but we didn't have far to go. We were eating at the resort that night at The Sunset Terrace. We had a tasty dinner and got to enjoy the view some more before heading back to the room to call it a night. Remember, we had been up at 4:30am for the tri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We woke Monday morning and enjoyed breakfast at the Blue Ridge room. After breakfast, I headed to the spa for what turned out to be the best spa experience I have ever had. The spa at the GPI is pretty amazing. It was built in the center of the grounds, partially under the ground. I received a tour of the spa which includes several different pools with different therapeutic uses. The main pool area is built to look like you are swimming in an underground cavern with rocks covering all the walls. I didn't have much time before my appointment, so I decided to try the contrast pool. You sit in a 103 degree hot tub for about 10 minutes, then immediately plunge into a 64 degree pool about 3 feet in diameter. It is su&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/Sk-M6eZJBbI/AAAAAAAAAX8/dUQDTbCV15I/s1600-h/IMG_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354653418185622962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/Sk-M6eZJBbI/AAAAAAAAAX8/dUQDTbCV15I/s200/IMG_0162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pposed to improve circulation. It certainly got me moving quickly. After the plunge, I sat in the inhalation room with a cool peppermint towel on my face. Soon, it was time to head back to the fireside lounge for my massage. My therapist let me pick the scent of my massage lotion as well as the music we listened to during the massage. There were small extra touches along the way such as scented paper on the head rest and an eye bag for my face. It was a wonderful experience. Later in the day, Bill and I went back to the spa to enjoy the pools. We listened to the under water music in the lap pool, sat under the therapeutic waterfalls in the hot tub, and sat outside in the whirlpool while staring out at the mountains. Talk about peaceful!! We were able to go right to dinner after the spa since the water has no chlorine in it - it is all enriched with minerals to make your skin and hair silky smooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we hit the spa, we did take a tour of the historic park of the inn. The original building will be celebrating its 100th anniversary in 2013. We rode the main elevator that is built in to the side of the fireplace, and viewed the palm court lounge area. We also looked at the photos&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/Sk-O6v8MgUI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Z2PM80CE1uU/s1600-h/IMG_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354655621919310146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/Sk-O6v8MgUI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Z2PM80CE1uU/s200/IMG_0158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of the building of the inn - a remarkable feat that was done with one steam shovel and took only 1 year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While in Asheville, we checked out some local beer houses, and found a great place called The Thirsty Monk. The Monk has 2 sections - an upstairs featuring brews from USA, and a downstairs featuring brews from Europe. We each enjoyed two tasty Belgiums in the downstairs bar and had dinner as well. I would recommend the Monk, and hope I get a chance to return. We headed back to the inn, and slept wonderfully with the open windows letting in the mountain air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/Sk-QnfbVvJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/gM3v-Q-Q0rw/s1600-h/IMG_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354657490092276882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/Sk-QnfbVvJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/gM3v-Q-Q0rw/s200/IMG_0209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, Tuesday was our last day of vacation. We did start with a bang. We ate breakfast in downtown at &lt;a href="http://www.tupelohoneycafe.com/"&gt;Tupelo Honey&lt;/a&gt;, which we agreed was the best breakfast either of us ever had. With a quick stop in neighboring Black Mountain, our vacation was over. It sure was a great one, though. I hope we will have a chance to go back and stay at The Grove Park Inn again. I bet is is beautiful at Christmastime...&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/30170794-8922202525666862544?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8922202525666862544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=8922202525666862544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/8922202525666862544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/8922202525666862544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation-in-ville.html' title='Vacation in A-ville'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/Sk-Js4QOYpI/AAAAAAAAAX0/NDSjA41Etp0/s72-c/IMG_0143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-7208069191813518508</id><published>2009-06-30T18:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:52:22.912-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='races'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triathlon'/><title type='text'>A Second Tri</title><content type='html'>This past Sunday, I participated in my second triathlon.  It has been about 8 months since my first triathlon, so I was a bit anxious about this one.  While I have been working out, I didn't really "train" specifically for this race.  I swam, took spin class, and ran as individual pursuits, but never did a "brick" workout (putting together two of the disciplines - usually a bike ride followed by a run). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning started at a very early 4:30 am.  This &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt; was located in the town of Wake Forest, about 45 minutes from home.  We had only been to the venue the day before the event.  The swim club were the pool was located was very nice.  It was big enough so that racers did not have to use the same lanes for going down the pool and back again.  That was a tremendous advantage when you needed to pass another swimmer or to be passed.  It didn't slow down your particular race too much.  As with my first &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt;, I felt very comfortable in the water.  Even though I was passed several time during the 250m swim, I felt very strong.  I finished by swim in 6:30, which was faster by about a minute from my first &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was off on the bike pretty quickly.  The beginning of the bike race felt like it was mostly downhill.  I was a bit nervous as I saw the racers before me coming back on the same route.  I wondered if I would still have the strength at the end of the race.  Luckily, I felt that my legs and my riding just got stronger as I continued the 12 mile bike ride.  Those hills I feared didn't seem too bad on the way back to the transition area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Bill in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;transition&lt;/span&gt;.  He had started the race almost 40 minutes before I started my race, so he was finished well before I reached T2.  He gave my words of encouragement as my weary legs took me out to the 5K run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The run was tough.  Not only did I have wobbly legs, the route was a very hilly one and the heat of the day was setting in.  I also started feeling a bit of an upset stomach and my left foot was tingling due to a too tight race chip.  Still, I felt like I finished strong and was only about 3 minutes off my PR for a 5K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a great race.  I really do like the challenge of the three sports together.  I was aiming for a 1:50 finish, and I came in at 1:44:24.2.  I was quite pleased.  I also had a good time wtaching my friends, J&amp;amp;M, in their first triathlon.  We all finished the race with smiles on our faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt; is in 2 weeks - featuring a longer lake swim and a longer bike ride.  Hope I do as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-7208069191813518508?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7208069191813518508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=7208069191813518508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/7208069191813518508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/7208069191813518508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/second-tri.html' title='A Second Tri'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-5351481025386803540</id><published>2009-06-27T08:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T08:27:20.888-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>The King is Dead</title><content type='html'>I was as shocked as everyone else to learn of Michael Jackson's passing this past Thursday.  I actually found out via &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; with all of the status updates referencing his passing.  While he had gone a bit off the deep end in the last few years, there is no doubt that he was an influence on me as a child and as a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first real dance recital was to a Micheal Jackson song.  I was taking a jazz dance class and we performed to "Don't stop til You get Enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember going to my friend Carrie's house with all of the other girls in the neighborhood so we could watch the world premiere of the Thriller video on MTV.  It was all we talked about for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; on the Motown special.  I tried to moonwalk in the living room for weeks after that performance.  I never did get it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first concert ever was The Jackson's Victory Tour at Dodger's Stadium in L.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, I had a Micheal Jackson poster in my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be no doubt of Michael's influence on pop culture and music.  I am saddened that a life was lost so early, and hope he will be remembered for his amazing presence and not his crazy later in life behavior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-5351481025386803540?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5351481025386803540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=5351481025386803540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/5351481025386803540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/5351481025386803540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/king-is-dead.html' title='The King is Dead'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-3812236545441323539</id><published>2009-06-24T09:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:58:05.648-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JLDOC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Community Giving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351015903249449106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/SkKgnPSmQJI/AAAAAAAAAXE/o5-E7a-8GkU/s320/Walk+Beginning.JPG" /&gt;I decided at the beginning of this year that I wanted to focus on community giving. Well, I have been trying to do just that, but it has been tougher than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I organized a team to walk in the local Race for the Cure. I really thought we would have a good turn out. When I first made mention of the idea, people said they would be happy to join the team. I thought for sure people could take a few minutes out of their weekends to walk 3.1 mi for a worthy cause. Well, I was disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 8 people sign up for the team. Out of those 8 people, four actually showed for the event. With more than 40 people at the office, I ready hoped the turn out would be greater. I know that the economy is tight, and perhaps that is why people could not sign up. I know it is also summer, so that could have been a factor with people vacationing. It is just discouraging when you set up these things and four is the best turn out you get. My colleague, Beth, was a brave soul who walked with hubby and I in the heat. Another colleague ran the competitive race earlier in the morning (as did hubby), but we never saw him in the mass of people who were there. I did not run the 5K, but did a 5 mile run on my own before walking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/SkKhTI_RbRI/AAAAAAAAAXU/DWw86B5sjGY/s1600-h/Susan+and+Bill+at+the+finish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351016657472023826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/SkKhTI_RbRI/AAAAAAAAAXU/DWw86B5sjGY/s320/Susan+and+Bill+at+the+finish.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking of having a Habitat for Humanity work day in the fall. I am now going to rethink that idea. I would not want to be the only one to show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not giving up yet - I will be working on the Extra Hands committee again this year for the Junior League. Our committee puts together one day events for a variety of charities that need help. We get a better turn out - membership requires that ladies do at least on of these events a year!&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/30170794-3812236545441323539?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3812236545441323539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=3812236545441323539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/3812236545441323539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/3812236545441323539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/community-giving.html' title='Community Giving'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/SkKgnPSmQJI/AAAAAAAAAXE/o5-E7a-8GkU/s72-c/Walk+Beginning.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-8929225170838670468</id><published>2009-06-15T06:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T06:56:57.579-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turtle'/><title type='text'>My pup and the turtle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/SjY2kxvC4LI/AAAAAAAAAW8/U2iNCTr_dCA/s1600-h/IMG_0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347521613002891442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/SjY2kxvC4LI/AAAAAAAAAW8/U2iNCTr_dCA/s320/IMG_0088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My girls found a turtle in our backyard. They had never seem anything like it. After barking at it for quite some time, they became fascinated by it. No worries, no animals were harmed in this adventure. The turtle was safely released in the front yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-8929225170838670468?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8929225170838670468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=8929225170838670468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/8929225170838670468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/8929225170838670468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-pup-and-turtle.html' title='My pup and the turtle'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/SjY2kxvC4LI/AAAAAAAAAW8/U2iNCTr_dCA/s72-c/IMG_0088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-9063721533363594587</id><published>2009-06-12T15:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:58:46.701-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading. obsession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><title type='text'>Piles of magazines</title><content type='html'>I have so many magazines piled on the side of my bed.  It is absolutely ridiculous.  I love magazines, but I can never seem to get to them.  I am usually distracted by a good book, so the pile grows.  I wish I could have a full day just to sit and read my magazines.  It would feel so good just to get caught up.  Here is what I think is in the pile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 months of House Beautiful (I just canceled this subscription which I hate)&lt;br /&gt;5 months of Runner's World (Started the February issue last night)&lt;br /&gt;4 months of Harper's Bazaar (I love the fashion)&lt;br /&gt;1 month of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;InStyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week of People (plus the new issue which arrived today)&lt;br /&gt;1 issue of People Style Watch&lt;br /&gt;and a number of random magazines like Endurance, Triathlete, the University of Georgia Alumni news, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do like all of these magazines, I am just afraid for where this pile may be headed.  How many mags can I stack in one pile?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-9063721533363594587?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9063721533363594587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=9063721533363594587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/9063721533363594587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/9063721533363594587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/piles-of-magazines.html' title='Piles of magazines'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-3038180902209067747</id><published>2009-06-08T11:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:44:45.069-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><title type='text'>Talking to a Nutritionist</title><content type='html'>Part of the welcome package at my new gym includes a 30 minute meeting with a nutritionist.  I have never been to one before, so I gladly took advantage of the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really great session.  We talked about my normal daily diet and my exercise levels, then talked about ways to change my diet to make it more nutritionally sound.  I got some great pointers.  She told me to add milk to my morning routine.  For some weird reason, I eat my cereal dry.  She pointed out that adding milk, a protein, would help me feel fuller through the morning. Since I was not getting enough dairy in my diet, it was the perfect fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great tip is to add protein to the afternoon snack.  I usually eat fruit or veggies in the afternoon, but am still hungry by the time I leave work.  She pointed out that I should have peanut butter, hummus, cheese, or some nuts (except macadamias) with my snack to feel more full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went over portion control and being sure to have veggies and/or salads with dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really great session.  I felt like I learned lots of good tips.  I am so glad that our gym is really a wellness center and that we get these extra benefits to help us feel the best we can.  I have my last session, the health evaluation, coming up soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-3038180902209067747?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3038180902209067747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=3038180902209067747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/3038180902209067747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/3038180902209067747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/talking-to-nutritionist.html' title='Talking to a Nutritionist'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-5838200533110097413</id><published>2009-06-05T14:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:15:07.181-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outside fun'/><title type='text'>A Great Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/Sil8VMKqHtI/AAAAAAAAAW0/SYuzieW-68c/s1600-h/MoJos+Bike+Tour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343939136336830162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/Sil8VMKqHtI/AAAAAAAAAW0/SYuzieW-68c/s320/MoJos+Bike+Tour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Saturday, hubby and I joined our good friends J &amp;amp; M for a bike ride. We had been planning to do a ride together for a long time, and last Saturday was finally the day. This was not just a meandering ride, though. J planned a great adventure for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started out a J &amp;amp; M's house. From there, we headed downtown by taking advantage of the wonderful Greenway system around town. We were just on a main road for a little bit of time, then we were in neighborhoods and trails. It was a gorgeous day for a ride. The boys lead the way, with us girls following behind. It probably worked well as we could each have our little conversations as we rode. We saw gorgeous homes along the way to the downtown area. We rode about 11 miles before reaching our first destination, MoJoe's. We stopped for a quick beer (see picture) before heading on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J designed a route with many possible stops. He took us past local landmarks (such as the home that was featured on Extreme Makeover: Home Edition) as well as historic sites (the Historic Oakwood neighborhood, the Jewish cemetery, the Confederate cemetery, Governor's mansion, etc.) We made another beer stop at &lt;a href="http://www.101raleigh.com/"&gt;101 Lounge &lt;/a&gt;downtown before grabbing a quick snack at The &lt;a href="http://www.roastgrill.com/"&gt;Roast Grill&lt;/a&gt;. The Roast Grill was recently featured on the Travel Channel's &lt;a href="http://www.travelchannel.com/TV_Shows/Man_v_Food"&gt;Man vs. Food &lt;/a&gt;show. Host Adam Richman at 17 hot dogs to create a new record, but it was quickly broken by a local man who currently holds the record. We each ate 1 hot dog and moved on to the next stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We rode over to &lt;a href="http://www.boylanbridge.com/"&gt;Boylan Bridge Brew Pub &lt;/a&gt;for a beautiful view of the downtown landscape. We enjoyed a locally brewed beer there, then moved on to the final section of the ride. From there, we headed over to Cameron Village. We ended our journey there with a proper lunch at &lt;a href="http://www.piccolaitalianc.com/"&gt;Piccola Italian&lt;/a&gt; Restaurant. When it was all said and done, we rode 19+ miles and had a great afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://racephan.blogspot.com/"&gt;J's blog &lt;/a&gt;for more pictures and his take on the afternoon. It was a fantastic time and I hope we do it again soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-5838200533110097413?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5838200533110097413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=5838200533110097413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/5838200533110097413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/5838200533110097413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-ride.html' title='A Great Ride'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/Sil8VMKqHtI/AAAAAAAAAW0/SYuzieW-68c/s72-c/MoJos+Bike+Tour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30170794.post-4554163092481440330</id><published>2009-05-27T15:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:41:06.863-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playoff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy endings'/><title type='text'>A Season Ends</title><content type='html'>Last night, my good friend H and I went to the last game of the Carolina Hurricanes season.  We had hoped it would not be the final game, but it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Canes were swept, losing 4 games to none, by the Pittsburgh Penguins in the Eastern Conference Finals.  The Canes had pulled off some miraculous play in the post season, beating both New Jersey and Boston (both higher seeded teams) in seven games.  I suppose there are only so many miracle to go around.  The Canes never seemed to get it together in this round.  The Penguins certainly found their stride and simply outplayed the Canes four games in a row.  I wish them luck in The Stanley Cup Finals and really do hope they bring the win back to the Eastern Conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I love the most about our team and our fans is that despite the fact that the game signified the end of the season, the fans gave the players a standing ovation for the final 1:30 minutes of the season.  We were cheering equally as loud as we had in the beginning of the game.  I think it is really nice to send the boys off to the summer vacation knowing we love them and we appreciate the ride, even if they didn't nab the Cup.  I hope it gave them some solace in the face of defeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30170794-4554163092481440330?l=skmworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4554163092481440330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30170794&amp;postID=4554163092481440330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/4554163092481440330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30170794/posts/default/4554163092481440330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skmworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/season-ends.html' title='A Season Ends'/><author><name>Susan Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386061300661770416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIrc_UVWh3Y/TSoT2NFG2FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/t2zsIMpD6J8/S220/IMG_3173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
