tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31358078930237355792024-03-13T07:03:16.508-07:00Life as we go...The ramblings of Ry Ry, Ashley and Josh Nordell-Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17119293449460131120noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135807893023735579.post-26298052478531038702012-09-16T20:11:00.000-07:002012-09-16T20:12:49.884-07:00Move blog addressesI apologize, but I was struggling with the format of this blogging site, therefore, decided to move the blog to joshnordell.wordpress.com <a href="http://joshnordell.wordpress.com/">joshnordell.wordpress.com</a> (writing a bit more consistently too-)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17119293449460131120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135807893023735579.post-75742426868990062402012-08-28T17:07:00.001-07:002012-08-28T17:10:21.823-07:00First Day back to work!<div id="dE_H" style="height: 100%; width: 100%;">
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It is always a shock, for teachers at least, to return to work after summer break. This summer we spent 24 straight days sleeping in a tent. While in Colorado we had the opportunity to sleep in a crappy Coleman tent , which I cursed at each time I had the opportunity to set up. In Minnesota, our accommodations were much nicer, but still a tent.<br />
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Today, at work, the amount of people and volume of talking was quite a shock I blame this directly on our seclusion in the mountians of Leadville for the last three weeks. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">The first day back always consists of meetings. About 1:30 I was fading fast and could not figure out why I was so tired. Then I realized at 1:30 I had been doing this for the last two months.</span></div>
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Ash and I are getting our pictures ready from Leadville and I hope, can't promise, to blog more about our summer and share those pictures. I want to get in the habit of blogging a bit more. Basically, for selfish reason. I am not a very good writer and I would like to improve. (For the record, I did not fall asleep at work. I paid attention, promise)</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17119293449460131120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135807893023735579.post-58559196964143526932011-12-30T09:12:00.000-08:002011-12-30T09:12:26.253-08:00Christmas TimeChristmas has come and gone, so that means some new baby photos of course and I begin my recovery from overeating.<br />
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Ashley turned 32 (she is getting old) and we did 32 x 400 on the track. Not much of a suffer-fest and ended up being pretty darn fun. We, or should we say "I," wanted Ashley to tell one thing that happened each year at the beginning of each lap. It went like this:<br />
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32: I had a baby<br />
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29: "I have to do this every time!? I don't remember. Can't we just run!" Yes, we can.<br />
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So we got three years out of the deal.<br />
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Ryah is now 7 months old- Crazy- that little bugger has certainly brought changes to my life. She is great and seems to feel the best when she gets her two naps daily and an outing. No much of a surprise, but she doesn't like to sit at home.<br />
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I am actually seeing a lot of similarities between her and myself. For instance:<br />
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3) I often fall into a deep drolling sleep before 8:00<br />
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I am starting to think more about what races I want to do in 2012. I put in for the Leadville 100 mountain bike race on a bit of a whim. I am still at the point where I get excited if I don't crash during a ride, but my skills are improving slowly. We shall see.<br />
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It is a goal to write a bit more consistently here this upcoming year. As it goes with the best of intentions, often they are swept aside by working, life at home, parenting, training and sleeping. Yet, it would be nice.<br />
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Ash may write a bit more later, but as for me- Merry Late Christmas and I will try to write more soon.<br />
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JoshAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17119293449460131120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135807893023735579.post-83859203804639540622011-09-30T14:15:00.000-07:002011-09-30T14:17:44.837-07:00Baby Steps<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZeH9Hui3yhYHu1VqmV58llWQFfNXMMJe2vidFDPnqodE-6dtm6NXFG3mDAfgY214xgqFskMWFZMk_00z7CaVYHXhCeF3kFLq1wGNhcbvcl9EH-DkaSsxF8boQg9zxmTOTZVm6-pIIkbFM/s1600/iphone+sept+28+2011+194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZeH9Hui3yhYHu1VqmV58llWQFfNXMMJe2vidFDPnqodE-6dtm6NXFG3mDAfgY214xgqFskMWFZMk_00z7CaVYHXhCeF3kFLq1wGNhcbvcl9EH-DkaSsxF8boQg9zxmTOTZVm6-pIIkbFM/s320/iphone+sept+28+2011+194.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQnAV_JIXIVzN_8rFfUwHvHSbE5yB1ihmE6tDXqXm_oen8tI-LICfsdT32JTbiEHBKn3Y7SKe8C8dtD4dGIlC5yA6NhVTE1MYZ5nnDujMCPRAc_vB6zNg27ydbbI5RKPXvkVm5cDXSOrdM/s1600/100_4809.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQnAV_JIXIVzN_8rFfUwHvHSbE5yB1ihmE6tDXqXm_oen8tI-LICfsdT32JTbiEHBKn3Y7SKe8C8dtD4dGIlC5yA6NhVTE1MYZ5nnDujMCPRAc_vB6zNg27ydbbI5RKPXvkVm5cDXSOrdM/s320/100_4809.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbe2yxn2CqSR4-gw8mP8-k5j-WE7AJNfsX7ZFNnCyP4UL3auItkxXSXEoHxqViUJ-IdLeWQZq3CcPVkM5_aydf58h-_N763Y1nTTKNVqFVKo39PUHyf6_9nNvLcttLHeQIRB43rTpnXon8/s1600/iphone+sept+28+2011+212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a></div>Since Josh changed the title of his blog to "Life as <b><i>WE </i></b>go," I am considering that permission for me to jump on and post. I have a few minutes right now while Ryah is napping, so I thought I could sneak onto the computer. Based on the length of her recent naps, I may just have five minutes. At the pace she is growing these days, it means she expects it is time to eat about every hour, or really, whenever she looks at me. I don't believe she sees me and thinks, "Yeah, there is mommy." Its more like, "Yeah, there is lunch #3." How a baby goes from the 5th percentile in weight to the 80th, in just four months, is beyond me. Obviously, she is doing fantastic and continues to make up for lost time- and then some. Its hard to believe she is already four months old. She loves being outdoors- I think she enjoys going to races as much as we do. I still laugh when I think about how I was worrying about her while I was pacing Darla at Where's Waldo 100k-<i> I hope she isn't fussing too much for Josh, I hope she is OK</i>, etc. When I get to the finish line, I see Josh, but no baby. She was off being taken care of by everyone at the race- pretty much every spectator, racer, and volunteer held, fed, and played with her, and she didn't fuss one time while I was gone. One day I will tell her she was so special even Dave Mackey held her.<br />
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On the running side of things, tomorrow is the first annual Bend Marathon. Today, I plan to sign up- talk about procrastination. Before I committed, I wanted to see how the Bachelor Butte Half would go last weekend. It felt great- I kept waiting for the wheels to fall off, so I ran with a sort of hesitation, expecting any mile I might regret racing. I still don't have a good sense of my pace and effort levels, or knowing how long I can sustain something. So, it was a pleasant surprise to get to the finish and feel like there was more left in the tank. It's amazing to me, considering two months ago, I could barely run five miles at a ten minute pace. The body does hold onto some muscle memory. At this point, I am just happy to be running, so anything else feels like a bonus. It was such an overall great day- seeing everyone, being a part of a race again, and having my dad come with us to watch Ry so both Josh and I could run. Getting a taste of that post race runner's high sparked my desire to run the Bend Marathon.<br />
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Normally, I would hesitate to run a marathon. My body doesn't like roads, and I normally shy away from things that require leg turnover. However, this race is so hard to resist. For one, it starts here in Sisters, three miles away from our house. It is also almost half on gravel, and the whole second half of the race is uphill, so I think that helps the body and my revulsion to running fast. My real hesitation (other than the crazy high cost) was that oath I made about being smart in training and listening to the more reasonable side of my brain rather than the "I want to run..." side. I have been really good since overcoming the latest set-back, and run pain free for almost three weeks now. I'm not really ready to run 26 miles, and the last thing I want to do is be forced to take another chunk of time off for being overambitious. So, I am calling this a training run, and promising myself to run it smart and just enjoy the local atmosphere of the event. At this stage, just the act of signing up for a race and being able to pin on a bib number is pretty exciting. I am actually anticipating the drive to Bend tonight to sign that waiver form, and get my little goody bag =) Its been a long year, and I appreciate every run so much more- the ones that feel amazing, the ones where I am pushing Ryah in a stroller and realize I really do need to get some upper body strength, and even the ones that feel like I had to take 6+ months off.<br />
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And for the record- Ryah did not sleep through this whole posting- I typed half of it one handed while holding her in the other. Just one more lesson in multi-tasking. Looking forward to a fun day tomorrow!<br />
- AshleyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17119293449460131120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135807893023735579.post-79230186549887289322011-06-10T14:40:00.000-07:002011-06-10T14:40:11.197-07:00Birth StoryIn Ryah's baby book, there is a page titled "Birth Story." It gives you about five lines to write about the experience leading up to baby's big debut. I figure I might have to type her story just to get it to fit into the allotted space. While Ryah is now only 2.5 weeks old, it seems like she has already had enough "adventures" to fill several pages.<br />
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We didn't exactly cruise through the rest of the pregnancy. At five months we learned her placenta was low lying. I had to stop running, and we monitored it closely with additional ultrasounds. Through these visits we then learned that she was small for her "age." At 36 weeks, her size dropped below the 10th percentile, and there was talk of immediately delivering her. Luckily, the doctors decided to give her a little more chance to grow. They put me on bedrest, and we spent the next three weeks driving to Bend for additional ultrasounds and fetal monitoring.<br />
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At 39 weeks I was induced.<br />
Of course, the next stage couldn't be a sprint- ultra training came into play. Apparently, Ryah had not been informed it was her time to come into the world. After 32 hours of labor, her heart rate started to decelerate, and the doctor opted for a C-section to safely deliver her. It started as a regular procedure- music was playing, the nurses were joking around, and then they checked her heart rate again and it had plummeted. Suddenly everything became rushed and Josh barely made it into the room before they had her out. It took her 2.5 minutes to breathe on her own.<br />
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Despite the rocky beginning, Ryah is doing amazing. She weighed 5 lbs. 15 ounces at birth, surprising the doctors and nurses who were prepared for a much smaller little girl. She passed her two week check up with flying colors and she has already grown an inch since her birth. Our yellow lab has taken it upon herself to be Ryah's protector, and she follows us around the house whenever we carry the baby.<br />
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By the time I am allowed to run, she will hopefully be big enough for the baby jogger. Just like her parents, she loves to be moving.<br />
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We celebrated THREE BIRTHDAY actually- Dennis turned 40, John 50 and Peter 60<br />
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Since it is a birthday party run we needed to have some goals. Runners always have goals.<br />
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Today's goal was to bag as many peaks as possible, or at least 6!<br />
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Dimple came first! We made it!<br />
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We lived to challenge McCulloch Peak next.<br />
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Off we went with Peter leading the way. Last minute instructions were in order.<br />
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This is where Peter began to explain there was no trail up to Price Peak! Then we stopped and explained again that we were not lost and there are multiple ways to the top. It is good to have options.<br />
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It was a bit frigid on top of Price Peak and there is a concrete block. We took turns standing on it!<br />
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With the hardest and coldest challenge over we had 3 more peaks to bag. Not without proper nutrition, Ashley and Vicki packed in some nutritious snacks. This included peanut M&M's, licorice, Pepsi, and of course other natural whole foods. <br />
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Up Forest Peak! Where only the strong survive!<br />
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We are thankful Christmas Break has arrived and looking forward to some XC skiing tomorrow. Hope you enjoy the photos. We still only take care of one dog, we were dog sitting for our good friends from Corvallis.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17119293449460131120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135807893023735579.post-80885934637428417442010-11-22T13:00:00.000-08:002010-11-22T15:14:32.718-08:00A lot of this...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was a year ago this week when we decided to move away from this....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> and we really missed this....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcZiHlmSxYM/TOrJJUsIigI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qn36zCPtMOk/s1600/P1010008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcZiHlmSxYM/TOrJJUsIigI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qn36zCPtMOk/s200/P1010008.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcZiHlmSxYM/TOrKFOOVmJI/AAAAAAAAA2I/LZvkqwJxNoM/s1600/P1010023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcZiHlmSxYM/TOrKFOOVmJI/AAAAAAAAA2I/LZvkqwJxNoM/s200/P1010023.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VcZiHlmSxYM/TOrKZgK-AII/AAAAAAAAA2I/amtAoEgpAdQ/s1600/P1010187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VcZiHlmSxYM/TOrKZgK-AII/AAAAAAAAA2I/amtAoEgpAdQ/s200/P1010187.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">at the end of the day though it was really important to be closer to this....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcZiHlmSxYM/TOrJEpJx-oI/AAAAAAAAA2I/nBL7cycZ0M8/s1600/DSC_0061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcZiHlmSxYM/TOrJEpJx-oI/AAAAAAAAA2I/nBL7cycZ0M8/s200/DSC_0061.JPG" width="132" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcZiHlmSxYM/TOrJmMBr1GI/AAAAAAAAA2I/OGgax9kkVf8/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcZiHlmSxYM/TOrJmMBr1GI/AAAAAAAAA2I/OGgax9kkVf8/s200/DSC_0017.JPG" width="132" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VcZiHlmSxYM/TOrJbxisykI/AAAAAAAAA2I/L0Apx_rKNAw/s1600/P1010229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VcZiHlmSxYM/TOrJbxisykI/AAAAAAAAA2I/L0Apx_rKNAw/s200/P1010229.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><br />
before we moved we almost bought this.... for a ton of this $$$$$$$$!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>so we came to Sisters and moved into this.... <br />
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all we had to do was feed this...<br />
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and take care of this...<br />
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when we got here we were worried we wouldn't have any friends, but we of course met folks who like to do this...<br />
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and this...<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>of course we brought Mati and she did a lot of this....<br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and hung out more with this...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VcZiHlmSxYM/TOrI2h2WCfI/AAAAAAAAA2I/wPOHjFQ7VAc/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VcZiHlmSxYM/TOrI2h2WCfI/AAAAAAAAA2I/wPOHjFQ7VAc/s200/DSC_0007.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcZiHlmSxYM/TOrJYIlEuoI/AAAAAAAAA2I/uaVcnp4MHIU/s1600/P1010213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcZiHlmSxYM/TOrJYIlEuoI/AAAAAAAAA2I/uaVcnp4MHIU/s200/P1010213.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><br />
and felt safer when she wore this... maybe... at least Ashley felt she was safer when she wore this....<br />
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now Ashley is pregnant so next year she won't win this...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">but she is still thrilled to be sponsored by this...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VcZiHlmSxYM/TOrKf7BlewI/AAAAAAAAA2I/2CF7hbD6WDo/s1600/P1010008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VcZiHlmSxYM/TOrKf7BlewI/AAAAAAAAA2I/2CF7hbD6WDo/s200/P1010008.JPG" width="150" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcZiHlmSxYM/TOrOLmC641I/AAAAAAAAA2I/rRpt14A5htg/s1600/P1010196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcZiHlmSxYM/TOrOLmC641I/AAAAAAAAA2I/rRpt14A5htg/s200/P1010196.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><br />
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">so we decided to stay in Sisters, so we bought this...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcZiHlmSxYM/TOrOXE4RsQI/AAAAAAAAA2I/yh7k0ZFmnTQ/s1600/P1010172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcZiHlmSxYM/TOrOXE4RsQI/AAAAAAAAA2I/yh7k0ZFmnTQ/s200/P1010172.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcZiHlmSxYM/TOrOVQbQpjI/AAAAAAAAA2I/NwIcSOpAluE/s1600/P1010170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcZiHlmSxYM/TOrOVQbQpjI/AAAAAAAAA2I/NwIcSOpAluE/s200/P1010170.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><br />
but we didn't know we had to share it with this...<br />
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now that we are getting more of this...<br />
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I think it is safe to say we are happy with all this...<br />
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Pace yourself- what silly advice.<br />
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The Mac really capped off a great weekend. First though, I went to my first Beaver football game with my favorite Father-in-Law!<br />
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Ashley's cousin Andy let us use his season tickets which happened, by coincidence, to be right next to Megan Schonecker whom I teach with at Sisters Middle School. Small world. Oregon State won 35-7 and were up 28-0 at the half. Therefore, Peter (father-in-law) and I went to the student union and ate lunch missing the 3rd quarter. We meandered back for the 4th quarter then left with 2:00 left and the score 35-0. Lots of fun.<br />
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Sunday was Central Oregon day in the Mac as many of the folks we run with during the Tuesday night speed workouts invaded the Mac 15k. The day was conquered by Mr. Sean Meissner who took a morning commute to Corvallis after winning the Sisters townie run Saturday that was suppose to be a 5k, however, in true Sisters form the 5k came in just above 3.8 miles. Sunday belong to Meissner as well, beating all the Central Oregon folks finishing 5th with Browning, Moyer, myself and Teague Hatfield literally right behind. Way to go speed Meissner dog!<br />
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Other than the fact they had a little trouble marking the course, the race was a blast. The trails were in great shape. I labored on the climbs and fell back there. I will have to work on that. Felt good the whole way and no tummy troubles. So happy with the performance. Peter (father-in-law) claimed another 15k finish making it well above 10 lifetime finishes. The old boy can still kick it in! <br />
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Overall a great weekend and I am looking forward to doing the race again next year. Hope you enjoy the album of Ash's photos.<br />
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/joshnordell/Mac15k#">http://picasaweb.google.com/joshnordell/Mac15k#</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17119293449460131120noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135807893023735579.post-25781146789836818262010-10-28T17:35:00.000-07:002010-10-28T17:35:40.919-07:00Start of a blogWho knows when it is a good time to begin a blog. I guess there is truly never a great time, but I thought it might be fun to start one. <br />
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Hence, the first post. So I have gone through many possible backgrounds and finally decided on one of my favorite photos of Ashley running with the dog near Mt. Baldy. We were so excited to leave the house that morning after 2 days of rain and snow. It was great to see the sun again and just be outside. We bundled up and quickly realized we'd put on too many clothes, we quickly took off layers and stashed jackets in the bushes as we ran up. We stopped for this view at one of the first overlooks on our way up to Sunrise Peak. It was a perfect setting and we were able to get a great photo.<br />
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I remembered this photo yesterday running with Ashley up the road to Black Butte about 10 minutes from the house. We started low on the road and gradually climbed with the snow getting deeper as we went. I started out feeling sluggish, but as time went on I felt better and better.<br />
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There are so many times in life when running takes worries away. The run up Black Butte yesterday was one of those days. My insignificant concerns subsided and it was so much easier for relaxed joy to reenter my life. <br />
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So I guess running in fresh snow can feel like pure joy. I just have to remember that in January after three months of snow. Now off to run in the rain.<br />
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Quick video of Mati the dog playing with us as we ran up! Sorry it is sideways, but you get the point.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17119293449460131120noreply@blogger.com3