<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746</id><updated>2011-06-22T22:23:02.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN do it</title><subtitle type='html'>Ever onward...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-113217389662508524</id><published>2005-11-16T12:44:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T12:44:56.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/640/Alex%20Nov%202005%20017.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/320/Alex%20Nov%202005%20017.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house from St. Clair&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-113217389662508524?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/113217389662508524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=113217389662508524' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217389662508524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217389662508524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/11/our-house-from-st.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-113217387549679671</id><published>2005-11-16T12:44:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T12:44:35.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/640/Alex%20Nov%202005%20015.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/320/Alex%20Nov%202005%20015.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Egress&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-113217387549679671?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/113217387549679671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=113217387549679671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217387549679671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217387549679671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/11/more-egress.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-113217387170221447</id><published>2005-11-16T12:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T12:44:31.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/640/Alex%20Nov%202005%20014.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/320/Alex%20Nov%202005%20014.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More block glass&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-113217387170221447?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/113217387170221447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=113217387170221447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217387170221447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217387170221447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/11/more-block-glass.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-113217385210058554</id><published>2005-11-16T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T12:44:12.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/640/Alex%20Nov%202005%20013.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/320/Alex%20Nov%202005%20013.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Block Glass window. Installed in the fall.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-113217385210058554?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/113217385210058554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=113217385210058554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217385210058554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217385210058554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/11/block-glass-window.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-113217383143088417</id><published>2005-11-16T12:43:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T12:43:51.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/640/Alex%20Nov%202005%20012.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/320/Alex%20Nov%202005%20012.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egress Window. Installed during the summer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-113217383143088417?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/113217383143088417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=113217383143088417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217383143088417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217383143088417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/11/egress-window.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-113217381163526195</id><published>2005-11-16T12:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T12:43:31.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/640/Alex%20Nov%202005%20011.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/320/Alex%20Nov%202005%20011.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drywall&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-113217381163526195?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/113217381163526195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=113217381163526195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217381163526195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217381163526195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/11/drywall.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-113217378778219518</id><published>2005-11-16T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T12:43:07.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/640/Alex%20Nov%202005%20010.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/320/Alex%20Nov%202005%20010.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a problem with our circuitry. Luckily we figured it out!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-113217378778219518?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/113217378778219518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=113217378778219518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217378778219518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217378778219518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/11/we-had-problem-with-our-circuitry.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-113217375356638755</id><published>2005-11-16T12:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T12:42:33.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/640/Alex%20Nov%202005%20009.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/320/Alex%20Nov%202005%20009.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soffit in a bedroom&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-113217375356638755?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/113217375356638755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=113217375356638755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217375356638755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217375356638755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/11/soffit-in-bedroom.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-113217372723304436</id><published>2005-11-16T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T12:42:07.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/640/Alex%20Nov%202005%20008.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/320/Alex%20Nov%202005%20008.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside one of the bedrooms. Go through the door and turn right to get to the laundry room. Left goes to the bathroom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-113217372723304436?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/113217372723304436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=113217372723304436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217372723304436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217372723304436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/11/inside-one-of-bedrooms.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-113217369394989937</id><published>2005-11-16T12:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T12:41:33.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/640/Alex%20Nov%202005%20007.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/320/Alex%20Nov%202005%20007.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallway to the furnace room&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-113217369394989937?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/113217369394989937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=113217369394989937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217369394989937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217369394989937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/11/hallway-to-furnace-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-113217368274686851</id><published>2005-11-16T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T12:41:22.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/640/Alex%20Nov%202005%20006.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/320/Alex%20Nov%202005%20006.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bathroom appliances in the laundry room&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-113217368274686851?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/113217368274686851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=113217368274686851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217368274686851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217368274686851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/11/bathroom-appliances-in-laundry-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-113217364488386602</id><published>2005-11-16T12:40:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T12:40:44.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/640/Alex%20Nov%202005%20005.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/320/Alex%20Nov%202005%20005.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-113217364488386602?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/113217364488386602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=113217364488386602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217364488386602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217364488386602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/11/bathroom.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-113217362465522495</id><published>2005-11-16T12:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T12:40:24.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/640/Alex%20Nov%202005%20004.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/320/Alex%20Nov%202005%20004.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corner of a bedroom. Check out that sweet window!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-113217362465522495?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/113217362465522495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=113217362465522495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217362465522495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217362465522495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/11/corner-of-bedroom.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-113217360049170731</id><published>2005-11-16T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T12:40:00.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/640/Alex%20Nov%202005%20003.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/320/Alex%20Nov%202005%20003.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drywall in the bedroom. Walk-in closet in the back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-113217360049170731?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/113217360049170731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=113217360049170731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217360049170731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217360049170731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/11/drywall-in-bedroom.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-113217357682923631</id><published>2005-11-16T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T12:39:36.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/640/Alex%20Nov%202005%20002.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/320/Alex%20Nov%202005%20002.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting in insulation&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-113217357682923631?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/113217357682923631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=113217357682923631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217357682923631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217357682923631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/11/putting-in-insulation.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-113217348104170672</id><published>2005-11-16T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T12:38:01.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/640/Alex%20Nov%202005%20001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/2739/320/Alex%20Nov%202005%20001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standard photo&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-113217348104170672?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/113217348104170672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=113217348104170672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217348104170672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/113217348104170672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/11/standard-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-112897554709414301</id><published>2005-10-10T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T13:23:21.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : EVIDENCE</title><content type='html'>If there's anyone out there in cyberworld who doesn't believe that Alex "One of the Two Dirtiest Guys on Campus" Hiller actually finished a marathon...well, here is some proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asiorders.com/go.asp?6861712"&gt;http://www.asiorders.com/go.asp?6861712&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also in the market for a new project. Here's what I have so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Become apprentice for auto mechanic. Work for free. Learn a ton about cars.&lt;br /&gt;2. Return to former piano proficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-112897554709414301?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/112897554709414301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=112897554709414301' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112897554709414301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112897554709414301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-evidence.html' title='I am : EVIDENCE'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-112829145670309202</id><published>2005-10-02T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T15:35:22.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : DONE</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here, on my couch, watching Joey Harrington almost lead the Lions to victory but predictably failing, with an assortment of emotions running through my head. Relief, pain, exhaustion, thankfulness, satisfaction, uncertainty, to name a few. Relief because the marathon is over. Pain, because I just ran 26.2 miles. Exhaustion, because I've been anticipating/training for this for 5 months. Thankfulness, because I'll get to that in a second. Satisfaction, because I exceeded my goals. Uncertainty, because I am unsure of the future of my running career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the one hand, today was easily one of the most memorable days of my life. The run was great, the people were spectacular, I had a complete blast. On the other hand, the training that is necessary for such an endeavor is considerable, and must be weighed against what I'd have to sacrifice. So, I'm not sure. We'll see how I feel after a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to my thankfulness. I'd like to thank the following people specifically (if I leave you out, and you read this blog...um...sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy: For being my first running partner and for listening to me rant about nutrition for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake: For dealing with a tired and grumpy roommate who has dedicated himself to something completely orthogonal with your own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James: For being patient with a tired Alex on those saturdays at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herb Groom: For your excellent training advice. Truly, it helped, and I'm thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marianne Skowyra: For your excellent course knowledge and bits of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler: For being a complete rock-star at the marathon. I can't say enough. I owe you big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace: For being so supportive and loving, for the backrubs and hugs, and for all of your smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up at about 5:30 this morning. I went to bed at 10 last night, so while that's not quite 8 hours of sleep, my excitement for the day more than made up for it. First thing I did was eat a carbed out breakfast of a bagel, peanut butter, and a banana. Then I covered my body in "body glide" so that I wouldn't chafe during the race. Dressed and nervous, I headed out the door to meet Marianne Skowyra at her house on Summit and Cretin. Marrianne is the mother of a kid I tutor, and she has been giving me running tips these last 5 months. She's been running for years, and this marathon will be her 60th. So, yeah, I just kept asking her questions and soaking up all of her advice (which paid off, I'll get to that). The roads were already blocked off, so her husband Ray took us by backroads to the Metrodome. Parking must've been a bee-yotch, because there were thousands of people were coming and going. Marianne said that the TCM has added more than 3500 people to the race over the past few years, and it was evident by the crowds. We made our way inside the metrodome were runners were milling about, stretching, eating, laughing, meditating, focusing, listening to music, pacing, blah blah blah. We carved out our own little spot and she continued to give advice as we stretched. Thankfully I had gone #2 before I left, so that wasn't a problem, but I did have to pee 3 times over the next hour. Mostly because of my full bladder, but also because of my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a pen and wrote some inspirational things on places on my body where I would be able to see them. It is a mental race as well, and I needed a few last minute "mental stretches". *HOKINESS ALERT: If you are in any way allergic to extreme hokiness/cheesiness, please skip the next section.* On my left forearm I wrote "Gazelle" because I knew that late in the race I would be feeling sluggish and I would need an image of something light and fast. Also on my left forearm I wrote "I CAN do it"...for reasons that should be clear by now. On my left hand knuckles I wrote "B-F-F-M", because that lifestyle made this whole thing possible. On my left leg, above my knee and so that I could read it: "Don't Stop" and on my right "Believing", again, to help me get up Summit when everything about my body wants to stop. On my left arm, starting on the shoulder and going down "T-L-A-V" (Tom, Lisa, Alex, Victoria, my family.) I had to have help writing on my upper arms, and the woman I asked, for some inexplicable reason wrote an "F" instead of a "V". She tried to change it, and she felt really bad, it was kinda funny. Tori, if you read this...um, sorry. On my right shoulder "G". For Grace. *HOKINESS OVER*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was all tatted up and ready to roll. Of all the advice that Marianne gave me, two pieces stood out, pieces which contributed heavily to my over all race experience. First: "Everyone hurts. The Kenyons hurt." This helped me alot. No matter how terrible I would feel, EVERYONE was feeling like that. So I shouldn't feel sorry for myself, and just keep going. The second, and this was more specific strategy than general advice: "Go slow for the first 10k (6 miles). Slower than you think. The biggest mistake a beginner can make is to go out real strong, think things are going well, and the just die later on...at Minnehaha Falls, Franklin Bridge, or most likely...Summit". I'd heard this before, from others, but this was the first time I was given specific numbers and places. My goal for the marathon was 3:30:00, which is a shade slower than 8min/mile. For the first 10k I made sure that I ran no faster than 8:15 mile, but most of them were closer to 8:45. Several times I had to consciously slow myself down. On my runs in the past, I didn't make this conscious effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Funny Moment* Somewhere around mile 3 there was a 90 degree left turn. This is still pretty early in the race so there are a lot of people crowded and running. Tyler is at the turn screaming at me "LEFT ALEX! LEFT! THERE IS A LEFT TURN RIGHT HERE! DON'T FORGET TO TURN LEFT!!!!" All of the other runners and spectators were looking at him like he was insane. It was hilarious. This was the first of many times that having Tyler there helped my run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was taking it easy, feeling good, and when I hit the 6 mile mark, I decided I had to take it up a notch. I slammed a "Gu", asked Tyler for some of my special Willard Water, and started kicking. Suprisingly, they didn't have every mile marked. At least, I didn't see every marker. So, I was unable to calculate all of my exact splits. But, based on my experiences, I think I sped up to about 7:15 min/mile. I felt great, the run was going awesome. People were cheering me on, yelling "Let's go G!" I was passing people left and right. You see, due to the enormous quantity of people at the start, I was unable to get very close to the starting line. There are these "Pace Teams", which are a group of people who will run the race at a very specific pace. They define this based on finish time. So, there are 3:00:00 pace teams all the way through 5:30:00 pace teams. I wanted to keep my eye on the 3:30:00 team. But, like I said, there were TONS of people, so I started the race around the 5:00:00 team. Therefore, after the first 10k was over and I started speeding up, I was going way faster than most people. Luckily I didn't run in to anyone or knock anyone over. Grace made a cameo at mile 8 which I didn't expect, so all I did was high-five her and say "hey".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me interupt at this point to apologize for the lack of coherence in this narrative. There is so much to share and tell that I can't really get it all down in a clear way. I mean I could if I wanted to, but...that'd be hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months ago Tyler expressed his extreme interest in this Marathon. He planned to take the day off to support me. What I didn't expect was the level of support he was planning on. He wanted to meet me every five miles with a bottle of water and "Gu". If this was all he did, it would have been more than enough, and far more than I could've asked anyone to do. But, it wasn't all he did. Around mile 8 or 9, a bike path appeared which ran alongside the route pretty much all the way to Summit. Tyler would appear and we would talk for awhile, then he'd drop away. Then he'd come back, and we'd chat again, and again, he'd fall away. Sometimes we wouldn't even talk, he'd just bike beside me (not alongside or in front, he didn't want to force my pace...but a bit behind, VERY smart) and keep his eye on me, sometimes asking "Doing alright, buddy?". He forfeited his right to sit and watch the marathon in order to help me do well, and for that I &lt;em&gt;am extremely&lt;/em&gt; grateful. Thank you Tyler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I? Mile what? Well, everything was going great. I passed the half-way point. I hit mile 15. I was doing awesome. At mile 20 I crossed Franklin and ran into St. Paul. Down along the west river road. Now, at this point, I was expecting Grace to show up, I just didn't know where. She appeared after the hill leading to Cretin with a huge green sign reading "YOU CAN DO IT ALEX". She knew. So, I ran over to her, slowed a bit, and had her kiss me on the cheek. Any time I lost doing this was more than made up for with renewed motivation and mental strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew Summit was going to be hard. It was the end of many of my long runs, and I knew it was going to be brutal. Which is why I went slow to start the race. "Save it for Summit". I said this to myself repeatedly during the run. You've got to save it for Summit. Passing people on Summit was much more motivating than anywhere else. It is just &lt;em&gt;so hard&lt;/em&gt; up that hill, being able to run past people is unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the first 20 miles or so were actually &lt;em&gt;fun &lt;/em&gt;for me. With the people, the music, and the atmostphere, it was quite the thrill, and I managed to stay ahead of my pain. I even made phone calls to people with Tyler's phone! I was having a blast. Passing the 3:40 pace team. Passing the 3:30 pace team. Things were going great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the slow grind of Summit. But, I had saved a little bit in the tank, just for this portion. So, I dug deep, went into myself. Looked at my knees. "Don't Stop Believing". My arm. "I CAN do it." and "Gazelle", and started to pick up the pace. I know the distances between landmarks on Summit, and I was able to start throwing down 7 min miles. I was speeding up! I knew my friends would be meeting me at Summit and Hamline, and I started going even faster. I reached them, high fived them, and kept going. Now, its just me. A little more than 2 miles to go. My legs are stone. Everything hurts. My mind is telling me enough is enough. This can't continue. 16 more minutes of this?!? Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, then I thought of all the time I'd put into this. Everything I gave up. Running while on vacation. Squeezing in a run before my parent's anniversary party. Squeezing in a run between tennis lessons. Running 15 miles in torrential rain. Running at night. In the morning. Running with people. Running alone. Having good runs, bad runs. Not stretching and tightening up. Running, running, running. All for this, my chance to show what it was all for. I couldn't slow down now. I couldn't give anything but my best. I look behind me, and there's Tyler, on his bike and quiet. If I need water, he's there. Thanks again Tyler. Here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes Lexington, there it goes. Another half mile to Victoria. Hey! Here's Victoria. Speed up a little. Dale street, mile 25. 1.2 to go. Summit bends toward the capital. There are hard core runners stopping all around me. Stopping to walk. That won't be me. I pass Western. Virginia. I hit Selby, the trees clear, and I can see the Capital. Beneath it is the finish line. I pass the Cathedral. A sign appears restricing access to only runners. I lose Tyler. Now, its just me and the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point let me just say that until you have pushed your body and mind like this, its hard to understand what begins to happen. My body is &lt;em&gt;aching &lt;/em&gt;to stop. Screaming at me that this is it, you can't go any farther, you have to stop. And I want to stop. Oh, do I want to stop. But then, a funny thing happens. All of the things I talked about (sacrifices, time, effort, etc...) floods my brain. Everything I've done has come to &lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;exact moment. Its time to finish. I speed up. Faster, and now I'm sprinting, passing really strong runners. My face is completely distorted. First from the pain of the race, second from the pain of this sprint, and third, from a bit of a quivering lip. Not crying, just a quivering lip as my emotions start to come forward. The line nears. My name is announced among the countless (10,500) others, and I finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come to a stop, stunned. I did it. I actually did it. My time? 3:22:02. A 7:42 min/mile. 640th place. My goal was 3:30:00. I beat it by &lt;em&gt;eight&lt;/em&gt; minutes. I can't believe it. Someone wraps me in a silver blanket. Someone gives me powerade. Someone gives me a banana. I'm not sure exactly what's going on. I'm just stunned. Tyler shows up and shakes my hand. I thank him, not sure that I fully express my gratitude. Grace shows up and I hug her tightly. Its over, and I did it. I CAN do it? I DID do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 10/2/05: 26.2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-112829145670309202?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/112829145670309202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=112829145670309202' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112829145670309202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112829145670309202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-done.html' title='I am : DONE'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-112821824216973185</id><published>2005-10-01T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T18:57:22.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : MARATHON</title><content type='html'>I can't really think of anything to say. I've been focusing on this point for almost five months now. I have sacrificed friday nights in favor of sleep. Saturday mornings in favor of running. I chose the pavement of St. Paul over the company of friends countless times. All for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for the singular goal of finishing a marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even remember what I was thinking when I signed up. Oct 2 was a day way off in the future. One of those days that is not really meant to ever arrive. A day that is nice to talk and dream about, but still mostly fanciful. But, now its here. Now its time for all of my training to be put to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first began running seriously I had never run more than six miles, and I had only done that two times. The first was in high school during soccer tryouts. Of course, that was also when I was a bit lighter, and I was running every day during practice. The second time I was when I was in Hungary. I wasn't really in shape...my time was terrible and it hurt really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first began training for the marathon I weighed 205 pounds. Slowly, gradually, as my knowledge of nutrition improved, as my weekly miles crept up, the weight began to fall off. Which, in turn, facilitated the high mileages. My very first long Saturday run was 8 miles. I was very nervous, I wasn't sure how it would be. Luckily I was able to do so with a running group, and they were very understanding of my quest. They helped me along and thankfuly there were people who ran at my slow pace. My miles crept up. Soon I was running 8 miles during the week, and double digit miles on Saturdays. On may 28 (Frank's birthday!), I ran my first half-marathon, and it was thrilling! For almost 4 consecutive weekends, I ran more miles than the week before, which meant that each of those runs was the longest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first real experience with genuine, debillitating fatigue came the first time I tried to run 18 miles. I started strong, but didn't know much about how to run at those lengths, and my finish was terrible. I stumbled back to my car feeling awful. My stomach was in knots. My legs were full of lead. What was I missing? Nutrition. Foolishly I wasn't giving my body fuel &lt;em&gt;during&lt;/em&gt; the run. The next time I tried to tackle 18 miles I had Willard Water and Honey Packets. These things made a world of difference. My times were faster and I felt much stronger at the end. Soon came my first 20-miler. Armed with nutrition and a wisening run-sense, the 20 miles was hard, but possible. I worked my way up to 24 miles in about 3 hrs and 20 minutes. As of right now, thats the furthest I've ever run. My last big run of my training was a 20 miler which didn't go all that well. I've already discussed this. I finished my training with a tapering of miles and times, designed to rest but also reenergize and sharpen my mind and legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am ready. I CAN do it. My mind, my body...they have been in training for the last 5 months. I am now ready to put myself on the line, to run further than I have ever run, to accomplish something that few accomplish, and to be satisfied doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 626&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-112821824216973185?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/112821824216973185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=112821824216973185' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112821824216973185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112821824216973185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-marathon.html' title='I am : MARATHON'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-112811435820980637</id><published>2005-09-30T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T14:05:58.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : HELPED</title><content type='html'>I will definitely admit that the mental strain of running for 3 and a half hours FAR outweighs the physical demands. Will I get bored? Will I give up? No of course not, but that doesn't mean that it won't be hard. That said, the promised support of my friends is GREATLY appreciated. I can't say enough how much you all will help me cross the finish line. I couldn't do it with out you. Breaking the 3.5 hours down into 45 minute segments between seeing friends makes the entire ordeal much more manageable. So....here is my &lt;em&gt;proposed&lt;/em&gt; meeting times and places for those of you that have generously offered to help me finish this marathon. I would like to have someone meet me with a gel and a water bottle every 5 miles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mile #5 (~8:40am): On the west side of Lake Calhoun between 32nd and 36th (Tyler and Kennedy??)&lt;br /&gt;Mile #10 (~9:20am): Minnehaha Parkway, just west of Portland Ave (James and Anna??, Grace??)&lt;br /&gt;Mile #15 (~10:00am): Minneaha Parkway, just east of Hiawatha (James and Anna??, Grace??)&lt;br /&gt;Mile #20 (~10:40am): East River Road, between St. Anthony and Eustis (James and Anna??, Grace??)&lt;br /&gt;Mile #25 (~11:20am): Summitt, between Dale and Mackubin (Jake and Beth??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. Those times are fairly approximate. Those are all at an exact 8min/mile pace. The problem is that I don't know when exactly I will start. The whole thing starts at 8am, but since there are 10,500 people, there are two waves, and I'm in the second wave. They also say that the first mile or two is fairly slow because of all the people. So, I'd say if you want to meet me somewhere, come 5 minutes before you think I'll get there, but stay at least 10-15 minutes until after you'd expect me to be there. So, Grace, Tyler/Kennedy, James/Anna, Beth/Jake....thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 625&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-112811435820980637?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/112811435820980637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=112811435820980637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112811435820980637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112811435820980637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-helped.html' title='I am : HELPED'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-112802132472909834</id><published>2005-09-29T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T12:15:24.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : WAITING</title><content type='html'>Here I sit, darkened room....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My student didn't show up, so I have an hour to kill until Ann gets here and I we work on stats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting. Waiting. Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is October 2. A day that I have had in my mind for nearly half a year. Never in my life has a single DATE been the first thing on my mind when I awake and the last thing on my mind when I sleep. All day, every day, it is there. Certainly I have been able to accomplish other endeavors (house, test, etc...), but in the back of my head I was always planning my next run...or my next meal...or my next rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the time of waiting is almost through. Soon will come Sunday morning 8am, and I will begin to run. And run I will for 3.5 solid hours. When it is over I will relax, regroup, and promptly begin a new phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I have the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 626&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-112802132472909834?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/112802132472909834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=112802132472909834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112802132472909834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112802132472909834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-waiting.html' title='I am : WAITING'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-112783169439231134</id><published>2005-09-27T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T07:34:54.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : CALM</title><content type='html'>Including today, there are 5 days until the Marathon. Yup, 5 days. The last two weeks I have been in taper-mode, and now I'm on a time-measured program. I don't run for distance, but for heart rate and time. Quick 30-min runs at an easy pace. This will allow me to simultaneously rest my body as well as sharpen it in preparation. I am trying not to feel excitement for the big day. Not that I am not excited, but if I allow myself to get too worked up, I will start feeling anxious. That anxiety might lead to other less desirable emotions, so I'm just nipping it in the bud. I am calm, I am rested, I am preparation. Sunday will come and I will do great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright you spectators -- if you are planning on coming to watch the marathon, check out the &lt;a href="http://www.twincitiesmarathon.org"&gt;official website&lt;/a&gt;.  Go to the spectators section and check out the spectators guide. Scroll down a little bit and there will be a chart outlining what time you can expect a given runner to be at a certain point. I will be on the 3hr 30 min pace. Tyler: I will need someone to meet me at at least 5 different points to give me my nutrition: water bottles and gels. I really don't want to have to carry that stuff, so I'd REALLY appreciate the help. You don't have to do it all yourself. Maybe we can coordinate something with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I need to meditate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05:  621&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-112783169439231134?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/112783169439231134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=112783169439231134' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112783169439231134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112783169439231134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-calm.html' title='I am : CALM'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-112704888812382239</id><published>2005-09-18T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T06:08:08.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : TAPER</title><content type='html'>I must report with a little more than mild satisfaction that my 14-miler on saturday went &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;well. I decided that with only 2 weeks to go until the marathon, this isn't the time to be messing around. I'm going to do everything by the book. I've met someone known only as "Herb" on the BFFM message board that I frequent who is quite experienced in marathon running and ultrarunning. He has analyzes my schedule and results and makes suggestions. I'm looking forward to his advice for the coming two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to not messing around: for the last couple of months I have been going on my long runs alone, starting later in the day. On saturday I returned to the running group, starting bright and early. It was great. The weather was nice and cool, I had good company which helped to pass the time. We had a nice easy warm up which turned into a solid pace (which turned out to be a smidgeon slower than 8min/mile). We stopped for water and stretching. Nothing fancy. Very nice. The marathon is in two weeks and I am now tapering my runs to rest up for the big day. This week will be less mileage than last week, and the week of the 25th will be very low mileage. I will have 3 days completely off before the 2nd, so my body will be rested and primed. I'm not yet able to say that I am *ready* for the marathon, for my mind and body are still coming down from the bruising I gave them over the past 4 months. But, I am fit enough to finish once I am healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest challenge will be the mental aspect. I know how to train my body, at least, I know thousands of exercises, routines, splits, lifts, paces, mileages, etc...which groove the body. Harder than any of these is mental training, and yet, its most crucial. It involves a firm and unwavering belief in yourself, your abilities, and your body. Doubt, unfortunately, is like sand. It gets everywhere, and once it gets in, its quite difficult to remove. A seed of doubt was planted in my mind on Sept. 10, and I am currently in the process of expunging that seed. The good part about mental training is that it can be done at any time, at any place, so...indulge me as I knock out a couple sets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I CAN do it.&lt;br /&gt;2. I CAN do it.&lt;br /&gt;3. I CAN do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be spending the next two weeks in "sleep preparation" as well. This means that I'll be going to be at the same time as I'll be going to bed on the 1st (9:45pm) and waking up at the same time as I'll be waking on the 2nd (6:00am). Every day. I want my body to be completely at ease on the morning of Oct. 2, and this will ensure that. So...sorry if people want to do stuff late on Fridays/Saturdays, but I just won't be able to join you. I hope everyone understands. James and Tyler have volunteered already to *pace* my progress during the marathon; to supply me with the gels and water-concoctions I need so that I don't have to carry them. Thanks in advance fellas! As time gets closwer I'll post a spectators guide for anyone who thinks they'll want to watch a sweaty and exhausted Alex run. Have a nice week everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 591&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-112704888812382239?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/112704888812382239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=112704888812382239' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112704888812382239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112704888812382239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-taper.html' title='I am : TAPER'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-112652650899637808</id><published>2005-09-12T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T05:01:49.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : REFLECTIVE</title><content type='html'>After all of my talk about how I analyzed my body and legs following a hard leg workout and bad running week...I have my worst long run of the year. What is important now, however, is that I accept that this was just a bad run, to learn from it, not to dwell on it, and to move on. I can't let any encroaching doubt affect my training, especially this close to the marathon. So, for a little analysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My run didn't start out that well. I could tell from the beginning that it wasn't going to be great. This didn't phase me all that much, as the first 30 minutes of the long runs tend to be the hardest. I usually don't even hit my strongest stride until about an hour in. It was hot. I was wearing a new orange Nike moisture wicking shirt. I had two Clif bars with me. I had my Willard Water, but this time also supplemented with some Chlorophyll extract. Chlorophyll as an almost identical molecular structure to hemoglobin, which results in richer blood and a stronger flow. For breakfast I had a bowl of grape nuts and a small handful of mixed nuts (cashews, peanuts, soynuts). Even though it didn't start out that well, I didn't worry too much about it because your just supposed to run as fast as your body will take you. Your body knows itself much better than your analytical, worrying, over-active mind. So, I was taking it easy. Not pushing it, not dogging it. Probably about 8:45 min/mile. I was holding steady until about mile 15 when everything started falling apart. I wasn't even really all that tired. I had been more tired on other runs. For some reason, my mental focus faltered. I didn't think I could keep going. Once this happens, you are pretty much screwed. On the long runs all you have is your mental edge. Without it you are just a pile of sore muscles, creaky joints and an upset stomach. Around mile 16/17 I reached the intersection of Summit and River Road and decided to do something I'd never done. I stopped to walk. I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't keep going, and I didn't really know why. My pace had slowed to a crawl and there was no way I could continue on. That intersection had a water fountain so I drank some water ( I had run out of the Willard Water about 2 miles previous) and stretched. I started making all sort of justifications: I was tapering (no need to push it), etc... I then walked up Summit to Cleveland and began to run again. By the time I got to Snelling, my stomach was in knots, my legs were in shambles, and my brain was mush. Which was weird because the first two problems I can usually deal with, but I didn't know how to handle the third. I was confused....disoriented. I stopped again. I looked around, shocked. What was happening? Walking again I started doing some major self-analysis, the results of which are summarized here. I talked to another runner who has run more than 50 marathons, and she said that everyone has bad runs, everyone. The key is to accept it, and let it go. Here are my candidates for the bad run:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--The clorophyll. I had never used the stuff before, and the first time I do = bad run.&lt;br /&gt;-- The Clif bars. I've used them before, but on saturday they just felt heavy and thick. I didn't think I was getting much energy from them.&lt;br /&gt;-- The weather. It was hot and humid. I started my run around 10, and by then the weather was sticky.&lt;br /&gt;-- Overtraining. I've been going pretty hard for about 5 months. I have consistantly done more miles than I'm scheduled to run. Its finally catching up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner? Probably the overtraining. I'm taking today off and starting back up tomorrow. Luckily I'm close to the Marathon so I'm in taper-mode, which lightens the load a bit. Thanks for indulging me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I upped my calories and fat intake last week to 2600 per week and guess what?!? 4 pounds lost (too much, by the way, if accurate) and .5% body fat gone! So, physically, my body is in just fine shape. If anything, at 168, I may be a bit underweight. Tyler said he's concerned about me. Thinks I'm underfed. And Grace thinks I have an eating disorder. So does Crystal Payne. Y'all don't know her, but I work with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 562&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-112652650899637808?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/112652650899637808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=112652650899637808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112652650899637808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112652650899637808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-reflective.html' title='I am : REFLECTIVE'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-112612664985602367</id><published>2005-09-07T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T13:57:29.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : RECOVERED</title><content type='html'>Sorry about that enormously self-aggrandizing photo of me. I'm trying to set it up so that my little mug appears when I make comments, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad week running-wise last week, primarily because of my weight training program. So, what does any good BFFM-er do? Adjust. And that's precisely what I did. I analyzed myself, my body, my responses, and took action. From now until the marathon I will not lift my legs other than light workouts. This probably isn't the best course of action, but I want to make entirely sure that my legs are fresh and willing to log the miles required for marathon training. After multiple different stabs at alternate nutritional intakes, I've come to the conclusion that losing this last little bit of body fat% won't be possible while I am training for the marathon. The stress that the miles are putting on my body is forcing it into a slowed metabolic state, which isn't ideal for fat loss. Also, I need tons of carbs which tend to slow fat-loss goals as well. I'm not worried though, I feel great. Once I complete the marathon I will rest, recuperate, evaluate, and begin a new phase in my nutritional/physical journey: Complete Cutting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 537&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-112612664985602367?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/112612664985602367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=112612664985602367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112612664985602367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112612664985602367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-recovered.html' title='I am : RECOVERED'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-112612053091217504</id><published>2005-09-07T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T12:15:31.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/320/JustAlex.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-112612053091217504?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/112612053091217504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=112612053091217504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112612053091217504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112612053091217504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/09/me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-112575771221740174</id><published>2005-09-03T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T07:30:13.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : LEGS</title><content type='html'>Sooo...I haven't blogged since last monday. I've had a pretty bad week running wise. Last Saturday I completed 24 miles, and I was feeling great about myself. Then, the following monday, I had the wonderful idea of lifting my legs really heavy. Then I played basketball afterwards. Shouldn't've done that. My legs felt terrible all week. I wasn't able to run like I wanted to. I was planning on running 13 miles this morning, but I woke up in the middle of the night with severe leg cramps. I drink tons of water and stretch alot so I have to assume that the cramps were from the lifting. I can not let this derail me. I WILL RUN 13 MILES TODAY. I VOW TO YOU NOW THAT I WILL RUN 13 MILES TODAY. Somehow, I'm going to need to stretch ALOT and drink a ton of water, but it has to get done. I have to stay on this running program, especially as I approach the &lt;a href="http://www.twincitiesmarathon.org"&gt;big day&lt;/a&gt;. Well, off to the house to get some plumbing done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 524 (but 537 after today)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-112575771221740174?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/112575771221740174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=112575771221740174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112575771221740174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112575771221740174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-legs.html' title='I am : LEGS'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-112532648789870934</id><published>2005-08-29T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T07:41:28.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : CLOSE</title><content type='html'>Well, after my remarkable birthday at Sweeney's (thanks to: Sex, James, Anna, Tyler, Kennedy, Finkler, Jon, Jake(s), Beth, and of course my lovely Grace) I wasn't really feeling up to working out on Thursday...or Friday. That's the drawback to Alcohol for me. First, there's the caloric intake, which is bad enough. But, I can overcome that. Second, and worst, is that it is a depressant. I was in more or less of a funk for two days after one night of drinking. Granted, my tolerance is quite what it once was, but this shouldn't be the case. Anyway, missed Thursday and Friday. Too bad. But, Saturday, I decided to make up for it in one fell blow by running 24 miles. It took a while. 3 hours and 20 minutes for those of you counting at home. That's about an 8:20 pace. It looks like I'm well on my way to finishing the TCM in under 4 hours. Usually people don't run that far during training, but...it was hard. My legs were more or less destroyed at the end. I tried sprinting the last block to see what would happen, and it was completely impossible. I couldn't do it at all. James reminds me that the adreneline of the day (crowds, excitement, etc...) will push me over the top and give me that last little something I'll need to turn in a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 516&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-112532648789870934?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/112532648789870934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=112532648789870934' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112532648789870934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112532648789870934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-close.html' title='I am : CLOSE'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-112491508809047393</id><published>2005-08-24T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T13:24:48.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : 23</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to me! Today is my twenty-third birthday, and as I reflect on my new level of fitness blah blah blah blah blah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in an enormous workout this morning (1.5 hr weights/30 min running/30 min stairmaster/45 min elliptical/40 min recumbant bike) so now I'm ready for a birthday bash! Woo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace and I are off to see "Broken Flowers" and then to Khan's Mongolian Grill. For anyone who reads this blog, we will then be going to Sweeney's, probably around 8:30-9:00. Sweeney's is on Dale between Summit and Selby. I hope to see y'all there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 492&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-112491508809047393?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/112491508809047393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=112491508809047393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112491508809047393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112491508809047393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-23.html' title='I am : 23'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-112449846002235340</id><published>2005-08-19T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T17:41:00.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : REPETITION</title><content type='html'>Well, my awesome run from 2 weeks ago was no fluke. I repeated the quality and quantity of that 20-miler with a 21-miler last saturday. Let's just say that the Willard Water is DA BOMB. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've reached a point in my fitness level where if I want to lose body fat percentage I am going to have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. eliminate all processed foods&lt;br /&gt;b. eliminate starchy carbs after 3&lt;br /&gt;c. focus on my macronutrient ratios&lt;br /&gt;d. increase the intensity of my workouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which will be most difficult? Probably (a). My diet isn't entirely perfect right now. It's not bad...but not perfect. Though if I want to lose any more fat, I'll have to start cutting out things like lunchmeat, cereal, bread, etc...all of those things aren't necessarily "unhealthy", they're just so processed that I don't get full nutritional value out of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 465&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-112449846002235340?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/112449846002235340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=112449846002235340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112449846002235340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112449846002235340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-repetition.html' title='I am : REPETITION'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-112390064822571674</id><published>2005-08-12T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T19:37:28.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : REDUX</title><content type='html'>Let's see if I can recapture my form from last week. I will use the same nutrition (Willard Water, Honey Packets, Electrolyte Packets), though in slightly larger quantities. Hopefully that will help me sustain a steady and firm pace as my mileage approaches marathon-length. Tomorrow my plan is 20. Maybe, like last week, I'll accidently run 2 extra miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 418&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-112390064822571674?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/112390064822571674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=112390064822571674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112390064822571674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112390064822571674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-redux.html' title='I am : REDUX'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-112338820905695028</id><published>2005-08-06T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T21:16:49.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : HYDRATED</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so...I went to Mastel's Nutrition (on St. Clair...for those of you who want something a little less brain-dead than GNC) because I need to start practicing my nutrition for the marathon. I need to start eating different things while I run to see what my body can handle under stress, and what it will simply reject. I asked the guy in there (who, to be frank, looked quite dumb) and he knew exactly what I should try. He started getting into the biochemistry of the different products and how they interact with the body...I was loving it. Mostly the stuff I got was standard (honey packets, electrolyte packets) but he had me try this stuff called "Willard Water". Now, Grace would know more about this than me, but, it might have been a placebo. Doesn't matter. You add 1oz of the stuff to a GALLON of water, and it allegedly helps you absorb water faster. Don't ask me how, but the guy swore by it. Said when he took it, it made him feel he could run forever. Well, let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex, Without Willard Water, Honey or Electrolyte Packets: 18 miles (2:47:08)&lt;br /&gt;Alex, With Willard Water, Honey and Electrolyte Packets: 19.5 miles (2:34:04)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So something worked. I was able to keep a sub-8 minute/mile pace for almost 20 miles. I'm feeling good today. Don't tear me down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 398&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-112338820905695028?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/112338820905695028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=112338820905695028' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112338820905695028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112338820905695028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-hydrated.html' title='I am : HYDRATED'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-112292565540428943</id><published>2005-08-01T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T12:47:35.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : BOOKKEEPING</title><content type='html'>Just so I don't forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 356&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-112292565540428943?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/112292565540428943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=112292565540428943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112292565540428943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112292565540428943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-bookkeeping.html' title='I am : BOOKKEEPING'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-112224481354862979</id><published>2005-07-24T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T15:40:13.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : LOCKED IN</title><content type='html'>So, my little plan of upping my calories has worked! Let that be a lesson to all of you "dieters" out there. Eating less food will not get you where you want to go. Moderation is important, but you must also consider when you eat, what you eat, and what you do between the times that you are eating. I increased my calorie intake by about 200 calories a day...and lost a pound and a half! Ha! Anyway, my body is sore, but in that good kinda way. I ran 15 miles on Saturday, most of which was during the middle of an enormous thunderstorm. Luckily I didn't get chafed. Anyway, I finished in just over 2 hours, which put my milage pace at about 8:20 per mile. I need to be able to stay under 9 min/per mile in order to finish the marathon sub-4 hours. I CAN do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 329&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-112224481354862979?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/112224481354862979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=112224481354862979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112224481354862979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112224481354862979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-locked-in.html' title='I am : LOCKED IN'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-112183207561388360</id><published>2005-07-19T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T21:01:15.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : OBVIOUS</title><content type='html'>So, I increased my carb ratio and calorie intake, and waddya know? Better runs. This is important for me to know. I really need to start paying attention to how my body responds to my intakes. Not just weight/body fat, but mood/energy levels/motivation etc are also important to track. I also learned that I can't eat tuna right before I run...bad for the gastrointestinal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've rededicated myself to getting to low body fat percentages. I'd kinda been slacking off for awhile, but now I'm back to Xcel formatted food intake, which is what I used to make my initial gains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 302&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-112183207561388360?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/112183207561388360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=112183207561388360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112183207561388360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112183207561388360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-obvious.html' title='I am : OBVIOUS'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-112169860289982887</id><published>2005-07-18T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T07:56:42.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : MEASUREMENTS</title><content type='html'>So, I don't think I'm eating enough food. My body fat actually went up a little bit, so now I'm gonna eat a bit more, maintain my level of cardio and weights, and see what happens. Since my online database doesn't accept decimal places, I'm gonna have to enter my measurements right here, so bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body Fat: 16.5%&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 175.8 pounds&lt;br /&gt;Weights: 3 times/week for one hour&lt;br /&gt;Cardio: 4-5 times/week for 45 minutes minimum&lt;br /&gt;Calories Per Day: 2460&lt;br /&gt;Macronutrient Ratios (Carbs/Protein/Fat): 33/41/26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I don't think I'm eating enough. I'm definitely not eating enough to support my running. This week, on the lower calories, I've been feeling fairly un-motivated to run. Definitely shouldn't feel that way. So...here we go! Miles Since 4/23/05: 296&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-112169860289982887?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/112169860289982887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=112169860289982887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112169860289982887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112169860289982887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-measurements.html' title='I am : MEASUREMENTS'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-112130641501658611</id><published>2005-07-13T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T19:00:15.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : HUMBLE</title><content type='html'>Ok ok, I know you might be saying, how can a guy who is writing a fitness-look-at-me type blog consider himself humble? Well, for the following reason. Lately I've been concerned with maintaining a "positive" and "optimistic" attitude, that I think i've been bordering on cockiness. Like they say to athletes before games: Be Confident, Not Cocky. Therefore, I must remember that while certainly I have made some extraordinary gains over the last couple of months, I still have a &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; way to go. I think remembering that I have goals that are attainable, but still in the future is important. My attitude will continue to border on the positive side of realism, but it will definitely contain that necessary practical element.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is all of this coming up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran 18 miles last saturday, and it &lt;em&gt;killed &lt;/em&gt;me. It was so hard. I was completely dead at the end of the race. The other day Jake asked if I could run a marathon today, and I said "probably". Now, my answer is "no". I am not ready to run the marathon. But, I WILL BE! OH I WILL BE! I WILL BE SO READY TO RUN THAT MARATHON AND GET AN AWESOME TIME, I CAN'T WAIT ITS GONNA BE UNBELIEVABLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about that. Had to get myself pumped up.&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'm trying to incorporate some non-running type cardio (swimming, cycling, ellipticals) just so my feet, calves, and joints don't get completely obliterated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 291&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-112130641501658611?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/112130641501658611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=112130641501658611' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112130641501658611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112130641501658611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-humble.html' title='I am : HUMBLE'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-112078827336114303</id><published>2005-07-07T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T19:04:33.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : BECOMING</title><content type='html'>Little bit of a delay. Sorry 'bout that! I worked out again with the triathletes on tuesday...and I'm still not recovered! They sure kick my booty. The odd thing is that its not like I'm lagging behind. I'm definitely towards the front, its just what the coach is asking me to do, what what I'm making myself do (because I'm accountable) is really pushing my boundaries. And I need that. My new take (based on Daniel the Australian) is to run my long runs and a steady, slow, and consistent pace, and go super hard on my track work outs. I think that'll be easier on the body. I don't think I'm gonna run tonight, maybe just stretch for half an hour. Worked on a new stride techinique to increase speed, and it destroyed my groins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 262&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, shout out to James and my new blog regarding our basement renovation project:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.basementblast.blogspot.com"&gt;www.basementblast.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-112078827336114303?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/112078827336114303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=112078827336114303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112078827336114303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112078827336114303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-becoming.html' title='I am : BECOMING'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-112040709840860997</id><published>2005-07-03T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T09:11:38.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : GRADUAL</title><content type='html'>So, I had my long-run-saturday. The group has moved the start time from 8am to 7am because of the heat. Getting up that early and running for two hours is quite the exercise in will-power! It went fairly well, though my legs were sore from the run I had done the night before. I should only to ellipticals before and after the long-runs. We'll see how that goes. My weight has remained constant this past week, though I've lost a percentage of body fat. I will continue this level of calories for one more week, and if no change?....then something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 251&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-112040709840860997?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/112040709840860997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=112040709840860997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112040709840860997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112040709840860997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-gradual.html' title='I am : GRADUAL'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-112001799436521983</id><published>2005-06-28T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T21:06:34.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : TRACK</title><content type='html'>Today I worked out on the track...y'know, for real. The Mac men's Xcountry coach leads a group of young-old, fit-fat people every tuesdays for a personalized track workout. Everyone does the same thing, but at different paces, based on ability. Today we ran (after a long warmup) 16 400m dashes, with 1 min of rest in between. I started off kinda slow (84-86 sec), but for whatever reason, possibly a release of endorphins from my brain, I was able to improve that and my last two times were 72 and 73 seconds, respectively. I had never done such intensive HIIT training (High Intensity Interval Training) before, and it was a warm, welcome change from the lonely long miles that I have been running. My legs are dead right now, but I loved the challenge, and I can't wait for next Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 236&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-112001799436521983?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/112001799436521983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=112001799436521983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112001799436521983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/112001799436521983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-track.html' title='I am : TRACK'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-111983748258851618</id><published>2005-06-26T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T18:58:02.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : REDEDICATED</title><content type='html'>Not much to report over the weekend. I took it off from running because my 12 miler on thursday kinda did in the old calf. Gotta listen to the body. Its like a baby, and if you don't give it what it wants it'll pout and cry and scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently wrote down my new set of goals for the next three months. I carry them close by at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 224&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-111983748258851618?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/111983748258851618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=111983748258851618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111983748258851618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111983748258851618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-rededicated.html' title='I am : REDEDICATED'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-111932690387874102</id><published>2005-06-20T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T21:08:23.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : PROCESS</title><content type='html'>I have an excellent new mantra: "I believe in the Process".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is perfect for me. It sums up what my lifestyle is all about. Sure, I have goals...short term, long term, ultimate, life...but what does it all amount to? It is all just a Process. There is no end, the end is the journey. Even to begin, and remain unwavering, is to be at the end...to succeed. Always remember that it is all about the Process, not the result. Results are incidental. By focusing on a single goal, e.g., "I will weigh 190!", what happens when 190 is reached? That should be limited to short term goals...it is the Process of reaching that short term goal which itself should be the ultimate goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have subscribed to an excellent new website: &lt;a href="http://www.in2fitness.com"&gt;www.in2fitness.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arguably the BEST nutritional management website ever. Its only 25 bucks &lt;em&gt;a year&lt;/em&gt;, and it does everything for you. Literally everything. Simply type in your current stats (weight, bodyfat, etc...) your current workout intensity, and your goals, and it will calculate your ideal macronutrient ratios, and then every week, will provide you with a schedule of meals. 6 meals a day. 7 days a week. And it will give you the recipes to these meals, and it will also generate a shopping list so that you can prepare all these meals. You can have it give you meals which take 5, 10, 15, or 20 minutes to make. It also tells you which foods at every fast food joint can fit in to your meal plan. And there is so much more! I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 212.5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-111932690387874102?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/111932690387874102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=111932690387874102' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111932690387874102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111932690387874102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-process.html' title='I am : PROCESS'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-111911332745099216</id><published>2005-06-18T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T09:48:47.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : HAPPY</title><content type='html'>I decided today that I AM happy about the way things are going with my training. For about a week there I was fairly tired all the time, and I didn't have the complete focus that is required to sustain this level of exhertion. What was missing was an element of HAPPINESS. I used to allow HAPPINESS to come to me passively, never sure when it would arrive, but always glad when it did. I see now that such a lifestyle is misleading. I must decided to be HAPPY. It must be a conscious effort, otherwise those moment of bliss will be sporadic and disconnected. My physical training is easily measurable (body fat%, mileage, weights lifted, etc...) but my mental fitness is not quite as objective. I have to remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. All results are my own, and only I can take responsibility for them.&lt;br /&gt;2. I do not train to maintain, I train to improve. To do that, then, today I must do something I've never done.&lt;br /&gt;3. This lifestyle is one that I enjoy, that I love, and despite its hardships, its rewards far surpass my other ways of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had trouble, so far, imagining myself living like this for the rest of my life. Better to admit that. In order to combat any urges that might arise to quit (which I DON'T want), I will once in awhile post a blog like this. One wherein I reaffirm my decision to live a life that is somewhat at odds with those of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 207&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-111911332745099216?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/111911332745099216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=111911332745099216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111911332745099216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111911332745099216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-happy.html' title='I am : HAPPY'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-111907128899714664</id><published>2005-06-17T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T22:08:09.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : MUSCLE</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm at the end of my 2-week "active rest" portion of weight lifting. I was planning on only doing 1-week, but my left arm was still sore, and my schedule was in the air. So, I'm back to lifting on monday. And I'm gonna go HARD. I recently purchased "The Book of Muscle" by Ian King, and my initial read through was a very positive one. I like what he has to say about balancing issues, as well as mixing programs after 6 weeks. He has a 6 month intermediate training program which I will follow. Hmm...training for a marathon and lifting hard weights. I'm gonna have to start eating more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 196&lt;br /&gt;Calories Eaten Today (%Protein, %Carb, %Fat): 2258 (32%, 38%, 30%)&lt;br /&gt;Body Weight: 184.5 lbs&lt;br /&gt;Body Fat Percentage: 11.5%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-111907128899714664?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/111907128899714664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=111907128899714664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111907128899714664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111907128899714664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-muscle.html' title='I am : MUSCLE'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-111872212923131911</id><published>2005-06-13T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T21:08:49.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : REVITALIZED</title><content type='html'>Well, I survived the weekend at James' cabin (not that I was any serious danger...but my health was! Beer, ice cream, sweets...it was Temptation Island!). I managed to eat only clean foods (except for possibly Anna's steak...and some non-whole wheat bread, but I did eat alot of veggies and fruit), though I think I overate a little. As time moves on and I negotiate what works for my body and what doesn't I will have to learn that when I "treat" myself, I must still maintain portion control. This has always been a problem for me. I would just eat and eat and eat, even well after the point of "fullness", due to boredom, anxiety, whatever...Oddly the food that I ate only nourished my temporary hungers, while leaving me with a nighttime full of guilt and sluggishness. I doubt if I will ever truly conquer these problems, but self-awareness and control is something I can enforce, even in small measure. Otherwise, the weekend was unbelievable. I took Saturday off from Marathon Running, which may have been just as important to my training as running would have been. Today, I ran 10 miles between tennis lessons, and felt great about it. Although, to be fair, there were other factors: weather, new location, novelty. I will have to develop a multitude of various running routes so that I don't become tired and bored with my current ones. Simply running down Summit is just not doing it for me anymore. I also think the weather is crucial. I'd rather run 10 miles in the sun than 1 mile in the fog. Anyway, welcome, Beth, to my blog. You are the second person to discover my little secret, after Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 177&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-111872212923131911?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/111872212923131911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=111872212923131911' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111872212923131911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111872212923131911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-revitalized.html' title='I am : REVITALIZED'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-111835861944645802</id><published>2005-06-09T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T16:11:03.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : PRIMED</title><content type='html'>Well, the run today went better than yesterday. I didn't have headphones. I think the ones you wear on your waistband mess me up because of all the cords. Today it was just me and the watch and the pavement. I was focused, and I went fast. Took me about 26 minutes to run 4 miles. Which, is pretty good in my book. I think I am more mentally ready for fast short runs than slow long ones. I will have to work on this, but I'm not really sure how to. Possibly I need to start giving my body fuel for runs longer than an hour. Gel or Goo or whatever. Have to figure this out by Oct. 2! Anyway, I'm primed for a break, which this weekend should give me. I'll be joining a gym for the summer, so I should be able to work out at times other than 10am-7pm (stupid macalester). I'll be setting new goals, starting a new lifting program. I am PRIMED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 167&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-111835861944645802?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/111835861944645802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=111835861944645802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111835861944645802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111835861944645802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-primed.html' title='I am : PRIMED'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-111828725806521474</id><published>2005-06-08T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T16:10:39.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : UNWAVERING</title><content type='html'>My CNS is approaching overtraining. I can feel it coming. I don't know how to deal with this. Normally, I would just stop running for a week or so, and do other forms of cardio. But, I'm training for the TCM, which I want more than anything...so I'm stuck. I think I'll just take this weekend to recuperate. Bag the long run, bag everything on Friday. By next monday, hopefully my muscle book will be here. I will start work. My life insurance will be liquid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEWARE OF OVERTRAINING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want this. I do. I love the results I've achieved, and I want more. I CAN do it. I CAN I CAN I CAN I CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 163&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-111828725806521474?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/111828725806521474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=111828725806521474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111828725806521474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111828725806521474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-unwavering.html' title='I am : UNWAVERING'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-111816908016958102</id><published>2005-06-07T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T11:32:32.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : ATTUNE</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was interesting. Jake and I made plans to frolf. I decided to run to Kaposia. About 5 miles. It was a hot day, and absolutely beautiful. On the way there, I was making decent time, my stomach cramped up big time. The only thing really different that I had eaten that day was some V8 that had been in my cabinet for probably too long. It was probably a combination of that, and the heat, and not drinking quite enough water (gasp!). But, more than anything, I need to listen to my body. It is shouldering the brunt of the load, so I must always listen to its needs. Which is why I'm taking a week off of lifting. "They" say you should do this about every 8 weeks or so, to prevent CNS overtraining. I haven't taken a week off since...I don't know how long. I will still run though, but I need to give my muscles some time to recharge, and get prepared for a new batch. I will formally set my new goals, then, this weekend, and get started next monday. If anyone is feeling nice and wants to buy me something, I'm in the market for "Men's Health Book of Muscle" by Ian King. It comes highly recommended. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 158&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-111816908016958102?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/111816908016958102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=111816908016958102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111816908016958102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111816908016958102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-attune.html' title='I am : ATTUNE'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-111799360885681244</id><published>2005-06-05T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T10:47:37.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : FOCUS</title><content type='html'>Which is what I am going to need to be. As my miles increase, my mental strength will be more crucial than ever. Yesterday I ran 14 miles in 2 hours. Easy to calculate that I was running 7 miles an hour! That's an 8.5 minute mile. If I can keep that up for 26.2 miles, that will be a solid marathon time. I returned my Asics, but unfortunately, every single pair had that same dimple in the left big toe. The lady at the store couldn't figure out what was wrong. Eventually, I just had to get a different model alltogether. I settled on the BEAST by Brooks. How could I not buy that shoe? Its called frickin' BEAST. Anyway, the long mileages are of course hard, but I seem to be recovering from them fairly well. As for my 3 month goals I set way back in march?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 14% Body fat (check)&lt;br /&gt;2. Chest and Arms are huge (umm...check, kinda. More toned really.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Legs are lean and powerful (check)&lt;br /&gt;4. My Abs are showing through (check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue. I want more. I am in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've reached some goals that I set for myself. Very satisfying feeling. Tomorrow I will determine some new goals to reach be Sept. 6. Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 147&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-111799360885681244?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/111799360885681244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=111799360885681244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111799360885681244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111799360885681244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-focus.html' title='I am : FOCUS'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-111773059465480852</id><published>2005-06-02T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T09:43:14.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : WISE</title><content type='html'>My wisdom comes in the form of knowing when to push, knowing when to pull. Yesterday my foot hurt from all the running, so I took the day off. Apparently the super expensive cross trainers I bought about a month ago are not all that great for long distance running. Sucky. So, I had to go to "Run 'n Fun" and pick up some Asics. They feel great, but there is a weird little dimple in the left foot which causes an imbalancing asymmetry. Gotta return them and exchange them. Already ran today, ran to Mr. C's and around downtown St. Paul. To improve my running I need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) a running partner&lt;br /&gt;b) some sort of musical listening device&lt;br /&gt;c) more short shorts&lt;br /&gt;d) exchanged Asics&lt;br /&gt;e) more body glide&lt;br /&gt;f) 10 less pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, take 'er easy. Got 14 miles on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 133&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-111773059465480852?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/111773059465480852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=111773059465480852' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111773059465480852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111773059465480852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-wise.html' title='I am : WISE'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-111750504857540704</id><published>2005-05-30T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T19:04:08.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : COMPLIMENTS</title><content type='html'>There is nothing more satisfying for someone who is trying to make a significant change in their appearance than a "Damn, dude." I got one of those from Tyler today, and it made me feel quite good about myself. Now, there are a number of reasons for me to change my appearance, and it should be known that outwardly looks are only a small portion for my metamorphosis, but it is good to have some positive feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite busy. 7 mile run, frolf, hiking, tutoring....sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 124&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-111750504857540704?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/111750504857540704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=111750504857540704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111750504857540704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111750504857540704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-compliments.html' title='I am : COMPLIMENTS'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-111732906099824046</id><published>2005-05-28T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T18:11:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : DISTANCE</title><content type='html'>Today I ran my first "Half Marathon". I'm putting it in quotes because, well, it wasn't a race, and we only ran 12.5 miles. So while its not official, I'm still quite proud of myself, because I made decent time (1:42:18), and, more importantly, I did it. I rewarded myself with an enormous food meltdown, though I restricted myself to turkey burgers instead of regular burgers, and a few beers. I know that this will slow down my eventual progress, but this is a long term goal...so I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 117&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-111732906099824046?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/111732906099824046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=111732906099824046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111732906099824046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111732906099824046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-distance.html' title='I am : DISTANCE'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-111706462898751485</id><published>2005-05-25T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T16:43:48.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : WATERPROOF</title><content type='html'>I have recently started to research the appropriate steps necessary in adjusting my diet for a marathon training program. Apparently, I need more carbs! This is a welcome change, as they tend to be cheaper, as well as tastier (since I have been avoiding them for so long). I will try this macronutrient ratio of 60% carbs, 20% protein, and 20% fat for now, and adjust as necessary. Though with the amount of running I've been doing, I'd imagine that I need that many carbs. I'm also thinking about sports nutrition as a possible career??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 100&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-111706462898751485?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/111706462898751485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=111706462898751485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111706462898751485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111706462898751485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-waterproof.html' title='I am : WATERPROOF'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-111656703489312225</id><published>2005-05-19T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:30:34.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : TRIALS</title><content type='html'>Well, for the first time in the history of me going to visit my parents, I am, after one day, on track to maintaining my fitness/exercise goals. Last night, even after a day spent in various airports, I willed myself to run. And I ran pretty well. 6.5 miles in 44 minutes. That's approaching the speed I was at when I played soccer in high school, so its all very exciting. At dinner my parents asked what I've been doing (they managed to notice the 25 pounds I've lost). I told them that's probably not a conversation that they'll want to have with me, as it'll be mostly one sided, and I'll be infinitely more excited about the subject matter than they will. My mom persisted, and my prognostications proved correct. Mostly it just devolved into a simple question and answer session about various aspects of my life (diet, exercise, lifts...). My dad has been trying to get fit ever since his diabetes scare so he seemed genuinely interested in what I have to say. Nevertheless, I joined the "Health Habit", if only for a week. The only gym that I've ever found that offers week passes. So clutch. For whatever reason the "enter" keys don't work on this, my parent's keyboard so sorry for the format change.  Miles Since 4/23/05: 79&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-111656703489312225?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/111656703489312225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=111656703489312225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111656703489312225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111656703489312225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-trials.html' title='I am : TRIALS'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-111609405093471807</id><published>2005-05-14T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T11:07:30.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : SPEED</title><content type='html'>Miles Since 4/23/05: 61.5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-111609405093471807?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/111609405093471807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=111609405093471807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111609405093471807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111609405093471807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-speed.html' title='I am : SPEED'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-111598992908369329</id><published>2005-05-13T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T06:12:09.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : ENDURANCE</title><content type='html'>Aaron discovered my "secret" blog. Kudos. Its kinda like writing a journal, y'know? How you write it for yourself, but secretly you want everyone to read it, but you write things you really want them to know, only you are too afraid to tell them, but then when they read it, they can't really be mad, because you never wanted them to read it in the first place. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On wednesday, for the first time in my life, I derived more pleasure from running than from lifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whouda thunkit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/23/05: 52.5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-111598992908369329?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/111598992908369329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=111598992908369329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111598992908369329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111598992908369329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-endurance.html' title='I am : ENDURANCE'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-111591777872454762</id><published>2005-05-12T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T21:21:33.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : QUICK</title><content type='html'>Miles Since 4/23/05: 47.5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-111591777872454762?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/111591777872454762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=111591777872454762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111591777872454762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111591777872454762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-quick.html' title='I am : QUICK'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-111581720882187768</id><published>2005-05-11T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T06:13:28.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : FAST</title><content type='html'>Miles Since 4/23/05 : 42&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-111581720882187768?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/111581720882187768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=111581720882187768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111581720882187768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111581720882187768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-fast.html' title='I am : FAST'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-111573065302946815</id><published>2005-05-10T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T06:10:53.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : STRONG</title><content type='html'>Miles Since 4/23/05: 39&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-111573065302946815?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/111573065302946815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=111573065302946815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111573065302946815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111573065302946815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-strong.html' title='I am : STRONG'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-111532712269529114</id><published>2005-05-05T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T14:05:22.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am : LEAN</title><content type='html'>I don't have much to add right now...just wanted to mention that I got a few compliments today, which are always good. Anyway, I ran 4 miles yesterday, which brings my total to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/24/05: 25&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-111532712269529114?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/111532712269529114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=111532712269529114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111532712269529114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111532712269529114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-lean.html' title='I am : LEAN'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-111523419519454235</id><published>2005-05-04T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T12:16:35.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twin Cities Marathon</title><content type='html'>I did it. I signed up to run the Twin Cities Marathon. I have approximately have 5 months to train. This is something that I've always dreamed of being able to do, but have never really been in a position to succeed at. I am determined to put my self in that position. I can't do it now, but in 5 months, I will be ready. I haven't accomplished anything super-major since graduating, and this is something that I need. It will be hard. There will be days when I'll want to quit. But, I vow to you now: I will finish the Twin Cities Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Run Since 4/23:  24&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-111523419519454235?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/111523419519454235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=111523419519454235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111523419519454235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111523419519454235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/05/twin-cities-marathon.html' title='Twin Cities Marathon'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-111513495390998116</id><published>2005-05-03T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T08:42:33.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating Disorder</title><content type='html'>Its been suggested that I have an eating disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I eat healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! I certainly understand that many pleasures can be derived from food. I have experienced those pleasures. But those are temporary, and ultimately unsatisfying. What I have found is that what I miss as far as culinary enjoyment is more than made up for by fitting in to my clothes, looking muscular, getting leaner...being healthier. If eating healthy is an eating disorder (by YOUR standards) then fine. I'll take it. But, by MY standards, you have a body disorder. Who's right? At least I am erring on the side of caution. I want to be healthy and look good. That's what I want my life to be like. I want to run 5K, 10K, Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 2 is the date of the Twin Cities Maraton, and I AM going to run it. Quite the goal, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/24/05: 21&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-111513495390998116?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/111513495390998116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=111513495390998116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111513495390998116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111513495390998116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/05/eating-disorder.html' title='Eating Disorder'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-111472274887673608</id><published>2005-04-28T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T14:12:28.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weak</title><content type='html'>I've been fairly weak-minded for the last 36 hours. Last night I skipped lifting to go look at houses. Not cool. The house looking could've waited until the weekend, but I got excited and justified it to myself. I have to learn to stop making justifications for skipping lifting. Sure its routine now, but I don't want it to feel that way. I want to consistantly be excited to go to the gym, alert and ready to work. Tonight I have to do the lifts I missed yesterday as well as 45 min of cardio. Should be fun. No! It is fun! I CAN do it. If it was easy, any one could do it. And I'm not anyone. I'm Alex, and I'm going to be the best that I can be. Am I in the Army?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-111472274887673608?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/111472274887673608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=111472274887673608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111472274887673608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111472274887673608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/04/weak.html' title='Weak'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-111462557134170842</id><published>2005-04-27T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T11:12:51.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Secret Blog</title><content type='html'>He he. This is my little secret blog. I'm not going to tell a soul about it, and see how long it takes for someone to notice. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day in the gym. I've settled on a warm up routine which gets my blood flowing and allows me to put up some decent numbers right off that bat. I've found that its more important to get the blood flowing in my body before I lift than to stretch. Sure, I'll stretch a little bit, but if pressed for time, its better to go for a 5 min jog than to do 5 min of stretching. When I have time I'll do 5 min on bike or treadmill, followed by 10 min of stretching, which is strategically designed to target the area of the body I'm going to work. I lift twice a day (at lunch and after work) so I try to put Bench in one section and Squats in the other. No point stretching my legs when I'm not gonna use 'em! Anyway, it sounds like I'm lifting too much, but its really only about half an hour at each go, so, its manageable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-town says that he wants me to design a program for him for the summer. That's easy. The hard part would be making sure that he sticks with it. He's been lifting for awhile, so his core strength is solid, but lifting is really only 1/4 of what it takes: Cardio, Diet, and Mental. I don't doubt his ability to do cardio, but Diet and Mental will be an issue. Especially by yourself. This is a difficult lifestyle to lead, though it certainly gets easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-111462557134170842?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/111462557134170842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=111462557134170842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111462557134170842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111462557134170842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-secret-blog.html' title='My Secret Blog'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12457746.post-111454450235285301</id><published>2005-04-26T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T12:41:42.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onset</title><content type='html'>So, I have been studying Tom Venuto's "Burn Fat, Feed Muscle" for about 2 months now. I bought the e-book and read the entire thing in one night. It completely changed the way I thought about my fitness. Until that point I had been drifting, insanely expecting changes with the same routine over and over and over. Fundamental to BFFM is that everyone is different, and thus, must have a customized workout/diet. Tom doesn't tell you what to do, he helps you understand how to analyze your body. How to chart your progress. How to think positively. Setting realistic goals, and adhering to them. I have joined a Yahoo! group for support. This is the most fit I have ever been. At least, combining my strength and cardio, it is. In high school, I played soccer, and had a bit more stamina, but nowhere near the strength. My goals are set. They are in my wallet, and I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I ran 4 miles during lunch. I didn't really want to do it, but I made myself, and as always, I felt incredible afterwards. Tomorrow is a lifting day. I am currently adhereing to a Hypertrophy Specific Program (HST), but only for 8 weeks, at which point I'll mix it up a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Since 4/24/2005: 13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12457746-111454450235285301?l=bffmman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/feeds/111454450235285301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12457746&amp;postID=111454450235285301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111454450235285301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12457746/posts/default/111454450235285301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bffmman.blogspot.com/2005/04/onset.html' title='Onset'/><author><name>Lord Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13174692043336523885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/2739/640/JustAlex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
