<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32585797</id><updated>2009-12-23T20:33:17.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Needs Sleep?</title><subtitle type='html'>Bernice riding through 22 hours of daylight in Greenland</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451602665608747282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32585797.post-808564430532151019</id><published>2009-12-14T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:33:18.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hel of a Du Duathlon</title><content type='html'>I had been sick the entire week before this duathlon. I had a sinus infection and was on antibiotics so needless to say I hadn't been training at all. I actually would have prefered not to race but the guys with whom I will do my next adventure race were all going to be there so I decided to show up and give it a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Shayne, Ross and Sebastian at the start line and we took off together. We started with a 3.5 mile run and it was tough for me. It was a cold and rainy day so that didn't make it any easier. Sebastian decided to run ahead and left me, Shayne and Ross together. I did terribly on the run and fell a little behind Shayne and Ross. I caught them at the transition and we moved on to the 26 mile road bike. I'm a better biker than runner so it wasn't as bad but my muscles still felt it. The last run was horrible. My feet were frozen from the long ride so it felt like I was running on stumps. We took the last run very slowly and finished the race in 3 hours and 19 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It probably wasn't the smartest thing for me to do but I'm glad I raced it with those guys. I look forward to continuing to train with them so we can prepare for our 12 hour adventure race at the end of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Need to train A LOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32585797-808564430532151019?l=adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/808564430532151019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32585797&amp;postID=808564430532151019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/808564430532151019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/808564430532151019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/2009/12/hel-of-du-duathlon.html' title='Hel of a Du Duathlon'/><author><name>Bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451602665608747282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18229211535742133016'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32585797.post-1019956813610061610</id><published>2009-12-02T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:38:02.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes,,,,I RAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sxbp9nXbDdI/AAAAAAAABkg/Ym84SzOzXmc/s1600-h/2009_turkey_trot_11_final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410769247080746450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sxbp9nXbDdI/AAAAAAAABkg/Ym84SzOzXmc/s320/2009_turkey_trot_11_final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I needed to do something to combat the calories from the extravagant meal I was about to devour! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hadn't really been running much in the last few months. In fact, the longest run I had done was about 1.5 miles and my knee started hurting! So I wasn't sure how well I was going to do, but I didn't care. I was out to get some exercise and that was it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turned out, I felt really good so when I saw the 2 mile marker I decided to speed up. I finished in 28 1/2 minutes which is good for my out of shape booty. I ended up in 4th place out of 31 ladies in my age group! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wait 'till I start training! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32585797-1019956813610061610?l=adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1019956813610061610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32585797&amp;postID=1019956813610061610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/1019956813610061610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/1019956813610061610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/2009/12/yesi-ran.html' title='Yes,,,,I RAN!'/><author><name>Bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451602665608747282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18229211535742133016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sxbp9nXbDdI/AAAAAAAABkg/Ym84SzOzXmc/s72-c/2009_turkey_trot_11_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32585797.post-9190531724578984899</id><published>2009-11-24T15:24:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T15:59:32.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mellow Johnny's Classic MTB Race at Juan Pelota Ranch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Swxy0D4WBcI/AAAAAAAABkY/Es7j8DzR6_Y/s1600/MJ_Logo.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407823491285517762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Swxy0D4WBcI/AAAAAAAABkY/Es7j8DzR6_Y/s320/MJ_Logo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lance Armstrong and Mellow Johnny's hosted the first ever mountain bike race at Lance's Juan Pelota Ranch near Dripping Springs, Texas (just outside of Austin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to do the XC race because the 700 spots were filled before I knew about it. So instead I volunteered to help out and got to pre-ride the course. Doing the pre-ride was probably best since I didn't get my race bike to Texas in time. I ended up riding my new AR bike that had a different shifting system than I'm used to and I had to borrow platform pedals and wear tennis shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shifting and the platforms ended up being a pretty big deal since the abundance of rain caused the course to be pretty slick and tricky. The course itself was quite different from what I'm used to in California. It was a 9 mile trail that was 95% singletrack with I'm guessing about 800 feet of elevation gain. It was technical in that there were many boulders and rocks to manuever over and through but there were no significant downhills or ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a very fun ride and I would love to do that course as a 24 hour race! What do you think Lance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e58cNPsfifo&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;" width="560" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32585797-9190531724578984899?l=adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/9190531724578984899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32585797&amp;postID=9190531724578984899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/9190531724578984899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/9190531724578984899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/2009/11/mellow-johnny_24.html' title='Mellow Johnny&apos;s Classic MTB Race at Juan Pelota Ranch'/><author><name>Bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451602665608747282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18229211535742133016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Swxy0D4WBcI/AAAAAAAABkY/Es7j8DzR6_Y/s72-c/MJ_Logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32585797.post-6184223341316753041</id><published>2009-10-18T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:19:16.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SoCal Fat Tire Epic 50 Mile Mountain Bike Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/StsTr8aO9wI/AAAAAAAABkQ/uJYw2As0pDM/s1600-h/bern+50+mi+mtb+race.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393926624377763586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 212px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/StsTr8aO9wI/AAAAAAAABkQ/uJYw2As0pDM/s320/bern+50+mi+mtb+race.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for this race a couple of months earlier because I wanted a goal to reach for. Lately my life seems to be changing week by week so it was quite a challenge to find the time and energy to train. In between working in commercial real estate, working in custom suits, massaging with the DMS, making novelty cupcakes and taking care of Sofia, I was able to get in some road rides during the week and some mountain bike laps around the Fullerton Loop on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/StsTrlbIQBI/AAAAAAAABkI/Uod2kljFT2Y/s1600-h/50+mile+mtb+champs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393926618207502354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 212px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/StsTrlbIQBI/AAAAAAAABkI/Uod2kljFT2Y/s320/50+mile+mtb+champs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and adventure race "mentor" Karen Lundgren won the Pro Women's category and I finished in second place. It took me almost 7 hours to complete the super tough course which is the longest event I've done since the 24 hr Worlds in September 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32585797-6184223341316753041?l=adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6184223341316753041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32585797&amp;postID=6184223341316753041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/6184223341316753041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/6184223341316753041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/2009/10/socal-fat-tire-epic-50-mile-mountain.html' title='SoCal Fat Tire Epic 50 Mile Mountain Bike Race'/><author><name>Bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451602665608747282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18229211535742133016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/StsTr8aO9wI/AAAAAAAABkQ/uJYw2As0pDM/s72-c/bern+50+mi+mtb+race.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32585797.post-8268321701133517463</id><published>2009-09-29T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:56:00.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing 1 year old climber training to scale the North West Face of Half Dome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQa36UMwLrU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQa36UMwLrU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Lady Sofia is quite persistent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32585797-8268321701133517463?l=adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8268321701133517463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32585797&amp;postID=8268321701133517463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/8268321701133517463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/8268321701133517463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/2009/09/amazing-1-year-old-climber-training-to.html' title='Amazing 1 year old climber training to scale the North West Face of Half Dome!'/><author><name>Bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451602665608747282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18229211535742133016'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32585797.post-1448538929986448724</id><published>2009-09-21T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T12:54:59.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the Hump MTB Series - Irvine Lake</title><content type='html'>Some guys decided to start a &lt;a href="http://overthehumpseries.com/"&gt;weekday race series here in Orange County &lt;/a&gt;and it was about time!!! I can't believe no one has done that before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SrkaXpFnP-I/AAAAAAAABj4/yAbtyiOaFgs/s1600-h/start+finish"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384363822966849506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SrkaXpFnP-I/AAAAAAAABj4/yAbtyiOaFgs/s320/start+finish" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a huge success! The first race was at the end of August and the second was a few weeks later. Over 300 mountain bikers participated in each race and did laps around a 3.4 mile loop at Irvine Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SrkaTTRnRsI/AAAAAAAABjw/DWSUfUpKQwc/s1600-h/oth"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384363748392126146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SrkaTTRnRsI/AAAAAAAABjw/DWSUfUpKQwc/s320/oth" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to see all the different levels of riders. There were some TRUE BEGINNERS who lined up just behind some TRUE PROS! Beginners did 1 lap; Sport- 2 laps; Expert- 3 laps; &amp;amp; Pros- 4 laps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SrkaS5CR4OI/AAAAAAAABjo/-_kv10HXnX8/s1600-h/hans+rey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384363741348487394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SrkaS5CR4OI/AAAAAAAABjo/-_kv10HXnX8/s320/hans+rey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even &lt;a href="http://www.hansrey.com/"&gt;Hans "NO WAY" Rey &lt;/a&gt;showed up to give his support. You may know him from this photo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Srkd2GGeYkI/AAAAAAAABkA/-XIFi18RRQ8/s1600-h/no+way+rey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384367644686049858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Srkd2GGeYkI/AAAAAAAABkA/-XIFi18RRQ8/s320/no+way+rey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I haven't returned to my former fitness level, I wouldn't have felt comfortable racing anything other than the Pro category. There were 5 of us ladies in the Pro category for both races and both times I ended up in 5th place. I must say that I was very satisfied with my performances. Not only was I able to somewhat compete with these super fast ladies, but I was also able to improve my time during the second race. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SpdcZkZvigI/AAAAAAAABhc/ghlKPfZSRpA/s1600-h/Over+the+hump+series+--+lake+8-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374866274628110850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SpdcZkZvigI/AAAAAAAABhc/ghlKPfZSRpA/s320/Over+the+hump+series+--+lake+8-2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I will be competing in a race that is more my style. It is a 50 mile sufferfest at Vail Lake. The &lt;a href="http://www.12hrsoftemecula.com/SOCALFATTIREEPIC.html"&gt;SoCal Fat Tire Epic &lt;/a&gt;is on October 3 and it will be a tough one for me. I haven't had a whole lot of training time but I'm getting in rides whenever I can. I just hope to finish within the 8 hour time limit!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32585797-1448538929986448724?l=adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1448538929986448724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32585797&amp;postID=1448538929986448724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/1448538929986448724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/1448538929986448724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/2009/09/over-hump-mtb-series-irvine-lake.html' title='Over the Hump MTB Series - Irvine Lake'/><author><name>Bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451602665608747282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18229211535742133016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SrkaXpFnP-I/AAAAAAAABj4/yAbtyiOaFgs/s72-c/start+finish' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32585797.post-5872993026708528784</id><published>2009-09-11T18:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T20:41:33.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dearest Specialized,</title><content type='html'>Although it has been 8 years, I remember our first encounter like it was yesterday. Joe hooked us up together at Jax in Huntington and we took a lovely stroll down Main Street. I wasn't quite used to your stride yet and I tripped and fell to the ground. Joe rushed us back inside where I began to pass out from the pain in my hand. But I came to and was so embarrassed that I could think of nothing else but to take you home immediately. And that's how our love affair began, me &amp;amp; you...my beloved Specialized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SqsEm2nhw9I/AAAAAAAABjI/wPYWqW8goWI/s1600-h/zberntraininglagunabeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SqsEm2nhw9I/AAAAAAAABjI/wPYWqW8goWI/s320/zberntraininglagunabeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380399245367034834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like any relationship, we've had our ups and downs. We've been through some very rocky paths and I've cursed in front of you more than a lady should. And you haven't always been an angel yourself. I can't begin to count the times that you have caused me much pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SqsENKW2L4I/AAAAAAAABjA/GoDQkZyLNLU/s1600-h/girls_with_scars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SqsENKW2L4I/AAAAAAAABjA/GoDQkZyLNLU/s320/girls_with_scars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380398803989180290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sqr_1gPgp5I/AAAAAAAABi4/R7tIeOS_TM4/s1600-h/Bern+Oct+2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sqr_1gPgp5I/AAAAAAAABi4/R7tIeOS_TM4/s320/Bern+Oct+2006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380393999500617618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how dirty our relationship has gotten, we've always remained together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sqr-00Ws-SI/AAAAAAAABiw/YXP0RDY6GqM/s1600-h/bern+survived.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sqr-00Ws-SI/AAAAAAAABiw/YXP0RDY6GqM/s320/bern+survived.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380392888207997218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure I have eyes and I've taken a peek at others here and there. But none compares to you and I can guarantee that I would never stray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sqr8O7gZmVI/AAAAAAAABiQ/gzlZJDPUSNA/s1600-h/184049178TOPGvk_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sqr8O7gZmVI/AAAAAAAABiQ/gzlZJDPUSNA/s320/184049178TOPGvk_ph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380390038269434194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often think of our trip to Greenland where the sun shone for 22 hours a day. We soaked up every minute of the sun riding amongst the glacier fed streams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sqr6rYPyxbI/AAAAAAAABhw/TxWWDPQ4xB8/s1600-h/bern+ride+pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sqr6rYPyxbI/AAAAAAAABhw/TxWWDPQ4xB8/s320/bern+ride+pose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380388327997490610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've taken me to so many new places and I've especially enjoyed seeing the race podiums at Sea Otter, Old Pueblo, &amp;amp; Nationals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sqr7vJzKgYI/AAAAAAAABh4/hBHGA-DhTMM/s1600-h/short+track.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sqr7vJzKgYI/AAAAAAAABh4/hBHGA-DhTMM/s320/short+track.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380389492350419330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been happy to carry you across exotic beaches in Brazil and "no riding zones" in Patagonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sqr72i-LTqI/AAAAAAAABiI/Pj-c1kFXPPw/s1600-h/Bern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sqr72i-LTqI/AAAAAAAABiI/Pj-c1kFXPPw/s320/Bern.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380389619366579874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sqr9a-oTMKI/AAAAAAAABig/BRo-qB7GnjQ/s1600-h/My+Pictures0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sqr9a-oTMKI/AAAAAAAABig/BRo-qB7GnjQ/s320/My+Pictures0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380391344777932962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how many different styles or colors you take, I will always be there to love and care for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sqr7v6kkQ5I/AAAAAAAABiA/dJ25-bF4WbA/s1600-h/Bern-bike.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sqr7v6kkQ5I/AAAAAAAABiA/dJ25-bF4WbA/s320/Bern-bike.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380389505442530194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would even go so far as to pad your landing with my body if you fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sqr8ruK4soI/AAAAAAAABiY/pGSyflXSU6s/s1600-h/patagonia+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sqr8ruK4soI/AAAAAAAABiY/pGSyflXSU6s/s320/patagonia+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380390532905742978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, that the baby is born. I need you more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SqsGUcXTRyI/AAAAAAAABjY/XthZHTwF_Hg/s1600-h/bottles+5-21-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SqsGUcXTRyI/AAAAAAAABjY/XthZHTwF_Hg/s320/bottles+5-21-2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380401128105264930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to support me on my way back to fitness. I need you to push me hard. I need you to perform like you're rolling with a fit athlete instead of a post-partum Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SqsGJnFJRYI/AAAAAAAABjQ/5qv-tf_ZIeg/s1600-h/3-09+duathlon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SqsGJnFJRYI/AAAAAAAABjQ/5qv-tf_ZIeg/s320/3-09+duathlon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380400942003340674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you will. You and I will be together forever, my beloved Specialized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SqsIfqniVkI/AAAAAAAABjg/SSwRqj05GmU/s1600-h/bern+w-marathon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SqsIfqniVkI/AAAAAAAABjg/SSwRqj05GmU/s320/bern+w-marathon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380403519933273666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32585797-5872993026708528784?l=adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5872993026708528784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32585797&amp;postID=5872993026708528784' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/5872993026708528784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/5872993026708528784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-right-guy-for-crew.html' title='My Dearest Specialized,'/><author><name>Bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451602665608747282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18229211535742133016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SqsEm2nhw9I/AAAAAAAABjI/wPYWqW8goWI/s72-c/zberntraininglagunabeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32585797.post-7298344340006858122</id><published>2009-08-20T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:51:00.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Bike to Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/So4Z963IY0I/AAAAAAAABhM/nge7XexlsjI/s1600-h/urbanbiker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/So4Z963IY0I/AAAAAAAABhM/nge7XexlsjI/s320/urbanbiker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372259957062787906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 11.5 months of taking care of Sofia and "working" from home, I've returned to working in an office. I have to admit that working from home can be really great but the next best thing is being able to BIKE COMMUTE to work! I've always wanted to ride my bike to work but with my old job, I needed a car during the day to run errands. But now that I'm in a different business, I'm able to ride to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit nervous because I really don't like riding on the roads with all the traffic and reckless drivers. But I was able to search the internet and map out a route that took me along bike paths for 90% of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day, Greg dropped me and my bike off at work in the morning. I wanted to ride home first because I wasn't sure about the route and I wasn't sure how long it would take me to ride it. I had to check the map quite a few times. Transferring from path to path can be tricky because you have to cross some streets and search for the bike path entrances. So I took a couple of wrong turns and had to back track. That first ride was 18 miles and it took me 1 hour and 26 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I've ridden a few more times and I've been able to find a couple of short cuts. The route is now 15 miles and takes me about 1 hour and 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also lucky enough to find a place to shower right across the street from my office. The building across the way has a bike rack so I can lock up my bike. They also have a shower and lockers in the ladies room on the first floor. Of course the signs read that the lockers and shower are for the tenants in that office building only. But come on,,,,I haven't seen any other ladies showering in there before work. Anyhow, I just hope no one notices that I don't "belong" to that building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there can be a couple of drawbacks to riding. For instance: Don't forget anything! I forgot my lunch one day and I remembered when I was 10 minutes into my ride. Had to make the decision whether or not to ride bike home and get it. Forgot my brush one day, forgot my music today. I anticipate forgetting my bra or my shoes one day,,,or worse...my deoderant! Hope not! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the ride is great for now but I'm not quite sure what I will do when the time changes. Ride in the dark? Leave work earlier? Hmmm? Stay tuned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/So4Z-WpFByI/AAAAAAAABhU/dB7R3NHLIQs/s1600-h/drive+to+work+work+to+drive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/So4Z-WpFByI/AAAAAAAABhU/dB7R3NHLIQs/s320/drive+to+work+work+to+drive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372259964520040226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32585797-7298344340006858122?l=adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7298344340006858122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32585797&amp;postID=7298344340006858122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/7298344340006858122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/7298344340006858122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-bike-to-work.html' title='I Bike to Work'/><author><name>Bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451602665608747282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18229211535742133016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/So4Z963IY0I/AAAAAAAABhM/nge7XexlsjI/s72-c/urbanbiker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32585797.post-9030941058329065057</id><published>2009-07-23T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:27:29.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before &amp; After</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bernice Before Sofia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SmkpoQn8C2I/AAAAAAAABg8/HSCiU5PzVJs/s1600-h/bern+before.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SmkpoQn8C2I/AAAAAAAABg8/HSCiU5PzVJs/s320/bern+before.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361862602995272546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp; After...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SmkpovJe6cI/AAAAAAAABhE/c8GTBvTHP3w/s1600-h/Mommy+working+from+home.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SmkpovJe6cI/AAAAAAAABhE/c8GTBvTHP3w/s320/Mommy+working+from+home.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361862611189033410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32585797-9030941058329065057?l=adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/9030941058329065057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32585797&amp;postID=9030941058329065057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/9030941058329065057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/9030941058329065057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/2009/07/before-after.html' title='Before &amp; After'/><author><name>Bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451602665608747282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18229211535742133016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SmkpoQn8C2I/AAAAAAAABg8/HSCiU5PzVJs/s72-c/bern+before.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32585797.post-2844133463342395197</id><published>2009-07-10T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T06:39:26.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People Want to Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SmW9sJvxGiI/AAAAAAAABg0/_OLV8Yi3POI/s1600-h/Alaska+Experiment+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SmW9sJvxGiI/AAAAAAAABg0/_OLV8Yi3POI/s320/Alaska+Experiment+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360899497682606626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the first time The Alaska Experiment aired on the Discovery Channel in April of 2008, people have been asking us lots of questions like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How did you get on the show?&lt;br /&gt;2) Did all that really happen the way it was portrayed?&lt;br /&gt;3) What did you eat? Did they give you food?&lt;br /&gt;4) How long were you really out there?&lt;br /&gt;5) What did you do with your time?&lt;br /&gt;6) Why did you hike to get ice for water when there was snow all around you?&lt;br /&gt;7) Where you scared? How cold did it get?&lt;br /&gt;8) Was Sofia conceived there? :) (Yes, people still ask that all the time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 2 of The Alaska Experiment aired this year but it was QUITE different than ours. However it did bring up a lot of discussion and debate about our experience and now Discovery is re-airing our show at 11pm Eastern time every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are working on writing a book about our experience. We were out in the wild for 3 months and unfortunately there were only 7 episodes (maybe 2.5 hours in total of us) that showed how we lived. There was soooooo much more to our story so we thought we would share it with anyone who was still interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope to release an E-book, loads of photos, and a 40 minute short movie that we wrote, starred in, filmed, edited and produced. I can't say exactly when it will come out but I'm hoping by Sofia's birthday on September 7. (Which is exactly the anniversary date of the day we left to Alaska in 2007!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in getting an email about when the book and movie are release, send me a line and I will put you on the list. bernicepierson@hotmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32585797-2844133463342395197?l=adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2844133463342395197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32585797&amp;postID=2844133463342395197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/2844133463342395197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/2844133463342395197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/2009/07/people-want-to-know.html' title='People Want to Know'/><author><name>Bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451602665608747282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18229211535742133016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SmW9sJvxGiI/AAAAAAAABg0/_OLV8Yi3POI/s72-c/Alaska+Experiment+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32585797.post-6485445493292834143</id><published>2009-07-06T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:23:31.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Independence Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sofia's first Independence Day! We loaded her up in the bike trailer for the first time and rode the wild streets of Huntington Beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlJMVljUsxI/AAAAAAAABgk/UsSHgUbWCdU/s1600-h/M-June+2-July+6+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlJMVljUsxI/AAAAAAAABgk/UsSHgUbWCdU/s320/M-June+2-July+6+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355426840638173970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Greg riding the Santa Ana River trail towards Huntington Beach on his big cruiser with Sofia in tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlJON1ESp0I/AAAAAAAABgs/EyxPjXCVPXo/s1600-h/M-June+2-July+6+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlJON1ESp0I/AAAAAAAABgs/EyxPjXCVPXo/s320/M-June+2-July+6+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355428906387285826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy's "cruiser" is a Singlespeed Niner! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlJMVU-cewI/AAAAAAAABgc/08x3op0iPqo/s1600-h/M-June+2-July+6+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlJMVU-cewI/AAAAAAAABgc/08x3op0iPqo/s320/M-June+2-July+6+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355426836188527362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sofia likes the ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlJMKxi0ipI/AAAAAAAABgU/Ho7aVP54Ja4/s1600-h/M-June+2-July+6+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlJMKxi0ipI/AAAAAAAABgU/Ho7aVP54Ja4/s320/M-June+2-July+6+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355426654878730898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4th of July in Huntington Beach! Bikes, bikes and more bikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlJMKj8LmfI/AAAAAAAABgM/NKvR0MMn_ig/s1600-h/M-June+2-July+6+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlJMKj8LmfI/AAAAAAAABgM/NKvR0MMn_ig/s320/M-June+2-July+6+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355426651227003378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We hopped off the bikes for a little while to enjoy the parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlJMBRQMxUI/AAAAAAAABgE/P3Z3on18v28/s1600-h/M-June+2-July+6+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlJMBRQMxUI/AAAAAAAABgE/P3Z3on18v28/s320/M-June+2-July+6+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355426491591869762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sofia got a bird's eye view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlJMBAgMsiI/AAAAAAAABf8/zMMs5qutnG8/s1600-h/M-June+2-July+6+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlJMBAgMsiI/AAAAAAAABf8/zMMs5qutnG8/s320/M-June+2-July+6+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355426487095570978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jax Bicycle Shop parking lot on Main Street Huntington Beach. Downtown roads are closed for the parade and the bikers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlJL3RPuQwI/AAAAAAAABf0/KasCv7SF-bQ/s1600-h/M-June+2-July+6+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlJL3RPuQwI/AAAAAAAABf0/KasCv7SF-bQ/s320/M-June+2-July+6+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355426319791178498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sofia's first time at the beach. We couldn't stay too long because she just wanted to eat the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlJL3BS2NnI/AAAAAAAABfs/bz896utf8ro/s1600-h/M-June+2-July+6+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlJL3BS2NnI/AAAAAAAABfs/bz896utf8ro/s320/M-June+2-July+6+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355426315509315186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sofia's first dip in the ocean. The water was only about 61 degrees so it was a quick dip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlJLsh9VPzI/AAAAAAAABfk/rWg9Dci6tlU/s1600-h/M-June+2-July+6+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlJLsh9VPzI/AAAAAAAABfk/rWg9Dci6tlU/s320/M-June+2-July+6+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355426135298883378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy &amp;amp; Sofia riding under Huntington Beach Pier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlJLsbzJUyI/AAAAAAAABfc/NbJkyZIpnrI/s1600-h/M-June+2-July+6+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlJLsbzJUyI/AAAAAAAABfc/NbJkyZIpnrI/s320/M-June+2-July+6+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355426133645546274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sofia had a busy 4th of July. She was worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32585797-6485445493292834143?l=adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6485445493292834143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32585797&amp;postID=6485445493292834143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/6485445493292834143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/6485445493292834143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-independence-day.html' title='Happy Independence Day!'/><author><name>Bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451602665608747282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18229211535742133016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlJMVljUsxI/AAAAAAAABgk/UsSHgUbWCdU/s72-c/M-June+2-July+6+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32585797.post-7619018534229967115</id><published>2009-06-19T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T08:33:16.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sofia's First Time In the Pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlIXVt9_-UI/AAAAAAAABfU/drQ4UrT7p4s/s1600-h/M-June+2-July+6+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlIXVt9_-UI/AAAAAAAABfU/drQ4UrT7p4s/s320/M-June+2-July+6+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355368568781273410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlIXQju58qI/AAAAAAAABfM/u-ZxdMmvMqo/s1600-h/M-June+2-July+6+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlIXQju58qI/AAAAAAAABfM/u-ZxdMmvMqo/s320/M-June+2-July+6+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355368480134263458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlIXQaRoD1I/AAAAAAAABfE/MmZ6YXhoOOg/s1600-h/M-June+2-July+6+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlIXQaRoD1I/AAAAAAAABfE/MmZ6YXhoOOg/s320/M-June+2-July+6+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355368477595537234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32585797-7619018534229967115?l=adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7619018534229967115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32585797&amp;postID=7619018534229967115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/7619018534229967115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/7619018534229967115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/2009/07/sofias-first-time-in-pool.html' title='Sofia&apos;s First Time In the Pool'/><author><name>Bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451602665608747282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18229211535742133016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SlIXVt9_-UI/AAAAAAAABfU/drQ4UrT7p4s/s72-c/M-June+2-July+6+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32585797.post-272647950995644656</id><published>2009-06-09T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T08:37:51.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love multi-sport!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.calmultisport.com/index.php"&gt;Cal Multi Sport Vail Lake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feeling of completing one discipline after another is so utterly satisfying to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SjxrLS0kYiI/AAAAAAAABe8/erJF4ZMWGD8/s1600-h/cal+multi+sport+map+june+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349268299184366114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 205px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SjxrLS0kYiI/AAAAAAAABe8/erJF4ZMWGD8/s320/cal+multi+sport+map+june+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with a quick 1.8 mile bike ride to the kayak section. Although it had been over 2 years since I'd paddled, I was confident I could make it around the lake. I dropped my bike and quickly put on my PFD and hopped in the boat. Bike shoes, helmet and bike gloves still on, I started paddling. I was doing well until about 15 minutes into it when I started to wonder how big Vail Lake really was. I put my head down and just concentrated on using my core and couldn't wait to switch disciplines. 7.5 km later, I was done and so were my shoulders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SjxrGjUcu3I/AAAAAAAABes/0WUE7eRzY8s/s1600-h/cal+multi+sport+kayak+bern+june+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349268217713703794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SjxrGjUcu3I/AAAAAAAABes/0WUE7eRzY8s/s320/cal+multi+sport+kayak+bern+june+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had been passed by a few folks who had faster boats than mine. Notice I didn't say they were better paddlers. Yup,,,I just told myself they had faster boats. But I caught them in transition and swooped right passed. I had made it a point to transition as quickly as I could so that I wouldn't waste any unnecessary time especially since I knew my actual racing would be slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SjxqzGGEWAI/AAAAAAAABd8/xndMqmK794E/s1600-h/cal+multi+sport+bern+kayak+bike+trans+june+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349267883451242498" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SjxqzGGEWAI/AAAAAAAABd8/xndMqmK794E/s320/cal+multi+sport+bern+kayak+bike+trans+june+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rode back through the starting gate and on to the 15 km MTB course. Since I had raced the 12 hours of Temecula at Vail Lake many times, I was very familiar with the entire bike course and it was super fun. In fact, I was having so much fun that I totally missed a turn sign and ended up having to back track to get back on course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SjxqteIy0zI/AAAAAAAABds/vWBAQ8-bm4g/s1600-h/cal+multi+sport+bern+bike+june+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349267786825913138" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SjxqteIy0zI/AAAAAAAABds/vWBAQ8-bm4g/s320/cal+multi+sport+bern+bike+june+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My transition from bike to run was super fast also. The TA attendant said I was in and out of there in 20 seconds. Not bad for a gal who hasn't adventure raced in a couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sjxq_4TNcWI/AAAAAAAABec/GKJc7_Ym1Uc/s1600-h/cal+multi+sport+bern+trans+bike+run+june+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349268103086567778" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sjxq_4TNcWI/AAAAAAAABec/GKJc7_Ym1Uc/s320/cal+multi+sport+bern+trans+bike+run+june+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took off on the run section which I affectionately call a "trot" section. I trotted over and around the trees, through some trickling water and then through a thigh high creek. But after the first 20 minutes, the fun was over. I hiked up the dam climb and remembered why I prefer to be on my bike. I lost some time on the run (trot) but surprisingly no other ladies caught me and I ended up finishing in 5th place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sjxq550b72I/AAAAAAAABeU/uB_OMMhmO5Y/s1600-h/cal+multi+sport+bern+start+run+june+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349268000415149922" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sjxq550b72I/AAAAAAAABeU/uB_OMMhmO5Y/s320/cal+multi+sport+bern+start+run+june+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took me 3 hours and 30 minutes to complete the course and I was TIRED! But it was so fun and I can't wait to get in better shape and do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SjxqtsHKAYI/AAAAAAAABd0/VT9Gz4dVB-k/s1600-h/cal+multi+sport+bern+june+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349267790577140098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SjxqtsHKAYI/AAAAAAAABd0/VT9Gz4dVB-k/s320/cal+multi+sport+bern+june+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32585797-272647950995644656?l=adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/272647950995644656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32585797&amp;postID=272647950995644656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/272647950995644656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/272647950995644656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-multi-sport.html' title='I love multi-sport!!!'/><author><name>Bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451602665608747282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18229211535742133016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SjxrLS0kYiI/AAAAAAAABe8/erJF4ZMWGD8/s72-c/cal+multi+sport+map+june+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32585797.post-7129586906607800236</id><published>2009-05-21T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:48:32.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juggling</title><content type='html'>No, I haven't taken up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;juggling&lt;/span&gt; (although some of you wouldn't be surprised if I said I had). I'm talking about the constant juggling of life, especially with a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/ShYlN8n_FQI/AAAAAAAABdQ/Do9jLRzhRP0/s1600-h/bottles+5-21-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/ShYlN8n_FQI/AAAAAAAABdQ/Do9jLRzhRP0/s320/bottles+5-21-2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338495329836668162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My juggling act requires me to constantly prepare bottles&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;My Little Ladybug is 8 months old already! Some days I get home and it seems like she grew longer in the few hours I was gone. She is a pretty good sleeper with 2 regular naps a day and nighttime hours from 7:30pm to 6am. She likes to baby talk and crawl around all day long. She's quite the busy body and wants to investigate every single little thing. She's been pulling herself up to her feet for a while now and I suspect she will be walking within the next month. She is a mover and a shaker and always wants to be on the go. (hmmm, I wonder where she gets that from?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/ShYpT-rvvTI/AAAAAAAABdc/21m6kJR0xxc/s1600-h/I--April+18-30--2009+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/ShYpT-rvvTI/AAAAAAAABdc/21m6kJR0xxc/s320/I--April+18-30--2009+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338499831515036978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally feel like I can call it&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; training&lt;/span&gt; now instead of just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;working out&lt;/span&gt;. I'm feeling more and more like my old self when I'm out on the mountain bike trails. A few months ago there were some dark moments when even the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;weekend warrior&lt;/span&gt; guys were kicking my butt up the climbs. But yesterday......well let's just say there were a few guys who were bummed when they couldn't hang with this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;8 month postpartum mommy&lt;/span&gt;.   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running has become a necessary evil in my training program since it's relatively easy to take Sofia out on the trails by my house in the baby jogger. So when she starts to get grumpy around 9:41am, I quickly throw on my running attire, strap her into the baby jogger, and out the door we go. She immediately falls asleep. I get in a good run and she gets in a good nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first Mother's Day was special because I got to climb up a mountain and then go back home to a beautiful baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/ShW_ZyVw2QI/AAAAAAAABdI/mhjufh4KO6E/s1600-h/baldy+group.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/ShW_ZyVw2QI/AAAAAAAABdI/mhjufh4KO6E/s320/baldy+group.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338383383048280322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tim (from The Alaska Experiment), his friend Kim, Carl &amp;amp; his wife Marlyce &amp;amp; me on Mt. Baldy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cupcakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I made some sunflowers for the special ladies in my life. I also have a cupcake website going now too. Check it out......&lt;a href="http://noveltycupcakes.com/"&gt;Clickity Click!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/ShYqBmk1cMI/AAAAAAAABdk/YQhk3qR9y90/s1600-h/J+May1-18-2009+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/ShYqBmk1cMI/AAAAAAAABdk/YQhk3qR9y90/s320/J+May1-18-2009+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338500615317582018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Race or Work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning on running (walking) the 24 hours of Nanny Goat this weekend but plans have changed. I've got my real estate license exam on Thursday so it makes better sense for me to study and get that done. Back in my care-free selfish days, I would have raced, however this is one step closer in my quest to finally settling on a career. Plus Sofia's grandparents are coming from Texas and they can't wait to spend more time with us (her).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32585797-7129586906607800236?l=adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7129586906607800236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32585797&amp;postID=7129586906607800236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/7129586906607800236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/7129586906607800236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/2009/05/juggling.html' title='Juggling'/><author><name>Bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451602665608747282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18229211535742133016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/ShYlN8n_FQI/AAAAAAAABdQ/Do9jLRzhRP0/s72-c/bottles+5-21-2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32585797.post-4713563282521278142</id><published>2009-05-04T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:37:37.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sofia's First 24 Hour Mountain Bike Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sf83KHyhYKI/AAAAAAAABcI/d-lsro4PPx8/s1600-h/sofia+first+24+hr+mtb+race.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sf83KHyhYKI/AAAAAAAABcI/d-lsro4PPx8/s320/sofia+first+24+hr+mtb+race.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332041130859126946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofia and I took a two hour drive up to the local mountains of Idyllwild to the 24 Hours of Adrenalin. Nope, I didn't race this time. I was there to &lt;a href="http://d-m-s.com/index.php"&gt;DMS massage&lt;/a&gt; the racers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My babysitter backed out at the last minute so I took Sofia with me and we made the best of it. Luckily &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/profile.php?id=535692943&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;Carl&lt;/a&gt; and Marless were there to help me for the first day and &lt;a href="http://team.feedthemachine.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=15&amp;amp;Itemid=30"&gt;Christian&lt;/a&gt; was there to help the rest of the time. A few other friends came by our &lt;a href="http://www.feedthemachine.com/"&gt;Feed The Machine&lt;/a&gt;/DMS Massage Booth and played with Sofia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with the ingenious idea of enclosing her in a blow-up kiddie swimming pool that had a canopy. I padded it with a cozy comforter and put all her toys in there and she was happy. It was only $25 at Target and it worked perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got down to the low 30's at night so Sofia and I cozied up in my Honda Element. I took the back seats out, put all our blankets down and we slept together in the back. Every hour and half I turned on the heater for a few minutes to warm up the car and we stayed pretty cozy all through the night. (I know it's a box on wheels, but dang I love that car!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to&lt;a href="http://larutalou.blogspot.com/"&gt; La Ruta Lou&lt;/a&gt;, Sofia had the PERFECT outfit! She was wearing her "stars &amp;amp; stripes" bike jersey and she looked adorable! Meanwhile, &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/RrJ-QvfE0mI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-yCnvBqlGSg/s1600-h/the+champs.jpg"&gt;Mommy is still trying to fit back in her's! :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sf84vLOV8xI/AAAAAAAABcY/bBz0DcTJuXo/s1600-h/F--One+month+old+October+7--2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sf84vLOV8xI/AAAAAAAABcY/bBz0DcTJuXo/s320/F--One+month+old+October+7--2008+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332042866947912466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32585797-4713563282521278142?l=adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4713563282521278142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32585797&amp;postID=4713563282521278142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/4713563282521278142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/4713563282521278142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/2009/05/sofias-first-24-hour-mountain-bike-race.html' title='Sofia&apos;s First 24 Hour Mountain Bike Race'/><author><name>Bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451602665608747282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18229211535742133016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sf83KHyhYKI/AAAAAAAABcI/d-lsro4PPx8/s72-c/sofia+first+24+hr+mtb+race.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32585797.post-9086796308621981040</id><published>2009-04-27T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:20:30.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Time to be a Mommy</title><content type='html'>I've been following a blog written by a friend of mine who took time off of adventure racing and ultra running to have a baby. I'm always interested to find out how other new moms are dealing with the effects of taking it easy through pregnancy and new-motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's seems as though my friend and I have been going through similar emotions. We were excited and anxious to become pregnant and have our children even though it meant slowing down our intensely active lifestyles. All the while we were probably thinking that a couple of weeks after popping out the kids, we'd be back on the trails running and riding. Of course we knew we'd be slower and have to take a little time to get back in shape but I'm sure we didn't realize how much work it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reading her blog, I was amazed at how quickly she got back to running long distances and how she had some very ambitious race goals so soon after giving birth. Although I knew I had to keep my own pace, I was almost beating myself up for not keeping up with her post partum fitness levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been training as much as I can around working and taking care of Sofia, and a few times I've been plagued with some knee pain that I didn't have before. I'm pretty good about listening and understanding my body so I've attributed the pain to the changes my body made during pregnancy and also the extra weight I'm still carrying. Surprisingly I've been really good about taking it easy and not pushing myself too far to further any injury. Maybe it's because I'd rather spend more time with Sofia anyway, but whatever the reason it doesn't matter. At least I'm being patient about my return to pre-pregnancy ultra fitness levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that my friend now has some injuries in which she is attributing to post partum and is not able to fulfill her ambitious race goals. That news just assures me that listening to my body and taking my time with my return to pre-pregnancy fitness levels is something I must do in my own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every week I have to plan a training schedule and try the best I can to adhere to it. Luckily adventure racing has made me very patient and flexible because having Sofia means that plans will always change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have about 15 pounds I'd like to shed but I've finally accepted my current size and have bought clothes that fit. I've got a few races on my calendar including a 12 hour run (which I will walk) and a 12 hour mountain bike race. So maybe by Sofia's first birthday I will be back to where I want to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32585797-9086796308621981040?l=adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/9086796308621981040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32585797&amp;postID=9086796308621981040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/9086796308621981040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/9086796308621981040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/2009/04/taking-time-to-be-mommy.html' title='Taking Time to be a Mommy'/><author><name>Bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451602665608747282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18229211535742133016'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32585797.post-2021246017118415323</id><published>2009-03-31T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T18:20:32.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Duathlon</title><content type='html'>Competing in races has always been very motivating for me. I know that if I put a race on my calendar, tell the world I'm going to do it, and then I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAY&lt;/span&gt; for it, I will force myself to train. So I decided to do a duathlon: 3.1 mile run, 18 mile road bike ride, 3.1 mile run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sda4fxtG-1I/AAAAAAAABbY/JPsbpFJegn8/s1600-h/bern+duathlon+3%3D2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sda4fxtG-1I/AAAAAAAABbY/JPsbpFJegn8/s320/bern+duathlon+3%3D2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320642865842813778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honestly...I did not set up the TEXAN behind me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;running to riding to running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; many, many times in my adventure racing career. However, I have never done a true duathlon until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sda4l7K7B5I/AAAAAAAABbw/mW7k9mv6O2k/s1600-h/run+to+bike+duathlon+3-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sda4l7K7B5I/AAAAAAAABbw/mW7k9mv6O2k/s320/run+to+bike+duathlon+3-2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320642971462993810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running is definitely NOT my thing. So I "shuffled" my way through the first 3.1 miles and fell behind most of the pack.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sda4pCJnqeI/AAAAAAAABb4/8juAd1ynfy4/s1600-h/transition+duathlon+3-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sda4pCJnqeI/AAAAAAAABb4/8juAd1ynfy4/s320/transition+duathlon+3-2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320643024876186082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I got on the bike, my body got happy again and I passed a bunch of folks. Some of them twice....hmmm, not sure how that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool thing was that I had a fan in the crowd! When I finished the bike, I was transitioning to the run when a Marine said, "Are you Bernice?" I nodded and he said, "I've seen you on TV!" And despite the dread of my upcoming run, I forced a smile and a "nice to meet you" and I shuffled away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sda4l5uxTJI/AAAAAAAABbo/CR4LvGXKtK4/s1600-h/finish+line+duathlon+3-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sda4l5uxTJI/AAAAAAAABbo/CR4LvGXKtK4/s320/finish+line+duathlon+3-2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320642971076480146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had to talk myself through the last 3.1 miles! But I did and I was able to complete the entire race in 2 hours and 8 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sda4f8F-evI/AAAAAAAABbg/_YsNj4pq51k/s1600-h/done+duathlon+3-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sda4f8F-evI/AAAAAAAABbg/_YsNj4pq51k/s320/done+duathlon+3-2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320642868631468786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding out that returning to my pre-pregnancy fitness level is way harder than I imagined. I have to keep reminding myself that I trained very hard for 6 years to be that fit. So I can't expect to be anywhere near that level at only 6 months post-partum. I just have to keep registering for races!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32585797-2021246017118415323?l=adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2021246017118415323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32585797&amp;postID=2021246017118415323' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/2021246017118415323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/2021246017118415323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-duathlon.html' title='My First Duathlon'/><author><name>Bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451602665608747282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18229211535742133016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sda4fxtG-1I/AAAAAAAABbY/JPsbpFJegn8/s72-c/bern+duathlon+3%3D2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32585797.post-3360570689360409905</id><published>2009-03-29T06:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:17:44.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Cutie Cupcakes"</title><content type='html'>For some unknown reason, I started making cupcakes when I was pregnant with Sofia...and I don't even like sweets (not to mention I don't like cooking!) I'm not joking when I say I have never eaten a single cupcake I have made. But I assure you that everyone says they are good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sc9ywTtWldI/AAAAAAAABbI/J0w_Hxobg60/s1600-h/spaghetti+popcorn+cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318595859197629906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sc9ywTtWldI/AAAAAAAABbI/J0w_Hxobg60/s320/spaghetti+popcorn+cupcakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Spaghetti &amp;amp; Meatball cupcakes, Popcorn Cupcakes: Made for our Alaska Experiment Premier Party at a pizza joint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sc9yos6bHQI/AAAAAAAABaw/xUFJQABOTsI/s1600-h/Shark+cupcakes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318595728524385538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sc9yos6bHQI/AAAAAAAABaw/xUFJQABOTsI/s320/Shark+cupcakes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Shark cupcakes: Made for my boss's son's school party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sc9ywA2C_MI/AAAAAAAABbA/ND3x89f-m9Q/s1600-h/Panda+Bear+cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318595854133820610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sc9ywA2C_MI/AAAAAAAABbA/ND3x89f-m9Q/s320/Panda+Bear+cupcakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Panda Bear cupcakes: Made for my family in Texas when I was visiting them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sc9yomldVOI/AAAAAAAABa4/B8qg3sFetvo/s1600-h/Baby+cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318595726825837794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sc9yomldVOI/AAAAAAAABa4/B8qg3sFetvo/s320/Baby+cupcakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Baby cupcakes: Made for Cousin Winsome's baby shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sc9y5iZpbAI/AAAAAAAABbQ/cQETjLy2yIU/s1600-h/Bagels+%26+Lox+cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318596017760332802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sc9y5iZpbAI/AAAAAAAABbQ/cQETjLy2yIU/s320/Bagels+%26+Lox+cupcakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Bagels &amp;amp; Lox cupcakes: Made for a BYOB (Bring your own brunch) Party given by my friend Christie.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Se4bnq7cQbI/AAAAAAAABcA/q8UIX3SvZOM/s1600-h/rabbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327225777578328498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Se4bnq7cQbI/AAAAAAAABcA/q8UIX3SvZOM/s320/rabbit.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rabbit holes made for Easter in Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32585797-3360570689360409905?l=adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3360570689360409905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32585797&amp;postID=3360570689360409905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/3360570689360409905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/3360570689360409905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-cutie-cupcakes.html' title='My &quot;Cutie Cupcakes&quot;'/><author><name>Bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451602665608747282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18229211535742133016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Sc9ywTtWldI/AAAAAAAABbI/J0w_Hxobg60/s72-c/spaghetti+popcorn+cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32585797.post-8230572096470865980</id><published>2009-03-14T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:18:39.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sofia's New BFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/ScQi1tR0kmI/AAAAAAAABaI/N6H5RVE8lzg/s1600-h/A--baby+shay+riley+mar+13--2009+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/ScQi1tR0kmI/AAAAAAAABaI/N6H5RVE8lzg/s320/A--baby+shay+riley+mar+13--2009+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315411766286783074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Introducing...Shay Riley Kletke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/ScQjAJjXvWI/AAAAAAAABao/rsX1MaPZUK8/s1600-h/A--baby+shay+riley+mar+13--2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/ScQjAJjXvWI/AAAAAAAABao/rsX1MaPZUK8/s320/A--baby+shay+riley+mar+13--2009+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315411945675275618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay is Sofia's new baby cousin. She was born on Friday, March 13, 2009. She was 9 lbs 12 oz and 21 inches long. I think we may have the next Misty May &amp;amp; Kerri Walsh in our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/ScQi2AwHrEI/AAAAAAAABaY/u1I9atpxF6I/s1600-h/A--baby+shay+riley+mar+13--2009+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/ScQi2AwHrEI/AAAAAAAABaY/u1I9atpxF6I/s320/A--baby+shay+riley+mar+13--2009+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315411771514137666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brian &amp;amp; Winsome with baby Shay Riley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/ScQi18hAUnI/AAAAAAAABaQ/6roj0omXHHs/s1600-h/A--baby+shay+riley+mar+13--2009+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/ScQi18hAUnI/AAAAAAAABaQ/6roj0omXHHs/s320/A--baby+shay+riley+mar+13--2009+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315411770376999538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sofia checked out her new BFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/ScQiu0LKgGI/AAAAAAAABaA/G7idqxrZPyQ/s1600-h/A--baby+shay+riley+mar+13--2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/ScQiu0LKgGI/AAAAAAAABaA/G7idqxrZPyQ/s320/A--baby+shay+riley+mar+13--2009+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315411647878824034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shay is a whopping 3 pounds heavier than Sofia was when she was born. But now that Sofia is so big, Shay feels so small!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/ScQiuBjFdoI/AAAAAAAABZ4/-FgQdOHjKMs/s1600-h/A--baby+shay+riley+mar+13--2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/ScQiuBjFdoI/AAAAAAAABZ4/-FgQdOHjKMs/s320/A--baby+shay+riley+mar+13--2009+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315411634288948866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaaah, just 6 months ago this was me and Sofia at Hoag Hospital!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/ScQi_9dEwFI/AAAAAAAABag/cjeNltFLBsQ/s1600-h/A--baby+shay+riley+mar+13--2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/ScQi_9dEwFI/AAAAAAAABag/cjeNltFLBsQ/s320/A--baby+shay+riley+mar+13--2009+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315411942427639890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm really enjoying baking "novelty cupcakes!" These are the special "Baby Shay" cupcakes I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32585797-8230572096470865980?l=adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8230572096470865980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32585797&amp;postID=8230572096470865980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/8230572096470865980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/8230572096470865980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/2009/03/sofias-new-bff.html' title='Sofia&apos;s New BFF'/><author><name>Bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451602665608747282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18229211535742133016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/ScQi1tR0kmI/AAAAAAAABaI/N6H5RVE8lzg/s72-c/A--baby+shay+riley+mar+13--2009+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32585797.post-4424027096734787683</id><published>2009-02-14T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T06:59:40.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Saf-8ds2xkI/AAAAAAAABY8/SzYTFPRCuJM/s1600-h/H--Feb+13-Feb+26+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Saf-8ds2xkI/AAAAAAAABY8/SzYTFPRCuJM/s320/H--Feb+13-Feb+26+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307491000597792322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Saf-8qh6yFI/AAAAAAAABZE/Cuj9p27h6mc/s1600-h/H--Feb+13-Feb+26+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Saf-8qh6yFI/AAAAAAAABZE/Cuj9p27h6mc/s320/H--Feb+13-Feb+26+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307491004041578578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Saf_FBhepQI/AAAAAAAABZM/zI6krQSlHi4/s1600-h/H--Feb+13-Feb+26+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Saf_FBhepQI/AAAAAAAABZM/zI6krQSlHi4/s320/H--Feb+13-Feb+26+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307491147652703490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEED I SAY MORE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32585797-4424027096734787683?l=adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4424027096734787683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32585797&amp;postID=4424027096734787683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/4424027096734787683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/4424027096734787683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-valentine.html' title='My Valentine'/><author><name>Bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451602665608747282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18229211535742133016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/Saf-8ds2xkI/AAAAAAAABY8/SzYTFPRCuJM/s72-c/H--Feb+13-Feb+26+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32585797.post-7404439212083676473</id><published>2009-02-12T18:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T05:49:59.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Hours of Old Pueblo</title><content type='html'>Last time I wrote a blog with this title, I had just placed 2nd at the 24 Hours of Old Pueblo in Tuscon. It was only my second 24 hour solo so needless to say, I was totally stoked to have done so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SZbIZVIktWI/AAAAAAAABYQ/ZnC8KEEYCyo/s1600-h/bern+podium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SZbIZVIktWI/AAAAAAAABYQ/ZnC8KEEYCyo/s320/bern+podium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302645948770727266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, while the ladies are stuffing their faces with nutritional supplements, soothing their bottoms with "butt'r," and hallucinating at 3am, I will be hanging with the most beautiful girl in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SZbJHrysPaI/AAAAAAAABYY/TjGKnmMk7TE/s1600-h/G--Jan+19-Feb+12--2009+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SZbJHrysPaI/AAAAAAAABYY/TjGKnmMk7TE/s320/G--Jan+19-Feb+12--2009+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302646745126944162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although I would absolutely love to prepare for the 2009 &lt;a href="http://www.usacycling.org/news/user/story.php?id=4026"&gt;24 Hour Nationals in Moab&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usacycling.org/news/user/story.php?id=4026"&gt;...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SZbKQhkO-nI/AAAAAAAABYg/Kuh0JyFoXo0/s1600-h/Moab_ad_575x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SZbKQhkO-nI/AAAAAAAABYg/Kuh0JyFoXo0/s320/Moab_ad_575x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302647996512402034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might behoove me to wait &lt;a href="http://grannygear.com/Races/Bigbear/index.shtml"&gt;for 2010...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SZbK49ME3oI/AAAAAAAABYo/H8uVhVj9iO8/s1600-h/head_bigbear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SZbK49ME3oI/AAAAAAAABYo/H8uVhVj9iO8/s320/head_bigbear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302648691122036354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all my MTB pals at Old Pueblo! Find your happy place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32585797-7404439212083676473?l=adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7404439212083676473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32585797&amp;postID=7404439212083676473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/7404439212083676473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/7404439212083676473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/2009/02/24-hours-of-old-pueblo.html' title='24 Hours of Old Pueblo'/><author><name>Bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451602665608747282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18229211535742133016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SZbIZVIktWI/AAAAAAAABYQ/ZnC8KEEYCyo/s72-c/bern+podium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32585797.post-5042598900231350662</id><published>2009-01-30T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:56:58.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the races!</title><content type='html'>I have always done 12 to 24 hour mountain bike races either SOLO or with one guy. But this time I joined a great group of gals for the 12 hours of Temecula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SYUmP0b93bI/AAAAAAAABYI/YfyrbxNgv-Y/s1600-h/downhill+darlings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SYUmP0b93bI/AAAAAAAABYI/YfyrbxNgv-Y/s320/downhill+darlings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297682589887094194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monique, Melissa, Bern, Tiffany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's usually a lot of pressure to ride duo with a guy because he rides so fast and he expects so much out of me. Not to mention, I put a lot of pressure on myself during my solo races to finish a certain number of laps and compete with the top women. But I must say, it's a totally different experience to ride "just for fun" with a bunch of nice women. I had a great time and I remembered why I love mountain biking so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SYUmMsKVpaI/AAAAAAAABYA/GuzACYwjoNE/s1600-h/bern+riding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SYUmMsKVpaI/AAAAAAAABYA/GuzACYwjoNE/s320/bern+riding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297682536126064034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jason and Heather put on another great race! This was the first time they left out the infamous "Dam Climb" and it made for a very "flowy" race course. Had I have been in shape, I would have ridden my single speed Niner. But alas, I stuck to the gears and had an incredible time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SYUmMid8KXI/AAAAAAAABX4/3nIEZiai3Ac/s1600-h/bern+ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SYUmMid8KXI/AAAAAAAABX4/3nIEZiai3Ac/s320/bern+ride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297682533523925362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I found the course to be super "flowy," it was quite technical with lots of ruts, rocks, and steep drops. There were several places were they posted "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caution&lt;/span&gt;" signs and there certainly could have been more of those signs all over the course. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SYUexxsc44I/AAAAAAAABXo/c6yBhncc5dk/s1600-h/12+hrs+of+Tem+Jan+24+-+2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SYUexxsc44I/AAAAAAAABXo/c6yBhncc5dk/s320/12+hrs+of+Tem+Jan+24+-+2009+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297674377173459842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately Melissa took a nasty spill. She was scratched up and bruised pretty badly. They thought she may have had a separated shoulder so she was carted away in the ambulance. Turned out it was nothing major and she's fine. The very next day she was asking us when we could race again. Tough girl! That's why I love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SYUexw6mVzI/AAAAAAAABXw/tp_unhL9fPM/s1600-h/12+hrs+of+Tem+Jan+24+-+2009+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SYUexw6mVzI/AAAAAAAABXw/tp_unhL9fPM/s320/12+hrs+of+Tem+Jan+24+-+2009+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297674376964364082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I must give props to the best support crew in the world. Carl and King Rich are always there for me for assistance and mental support. Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SYL6qTncrEI/AAAAAAAABXg/8YlZBtWIASI/s1600-h/12+hrs+of+Tem+Jan+24+-+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SYL6qTncrEI/AAAAAAAABXg/8YlZBtWIASI/s320/12+hrs+of+Tem+Jan+24+-+2009+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297071716468304962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32585797-5042598900231350662?l=adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5042598900231350662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32585797&amp;postID=5042598900231350662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/5042598900231350662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/5042598900231350662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-races.html' title='Back to the races!'/><author><name>Bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451602665608747282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18229211535742133016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SYUmP0b93bI/AAAAAAAABYI/YfyrbxNgv-Y/s72-c/downhill+darlings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32585797.post-2688405163094819538</id><published>2009-01-29T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:54:19.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sofia's Baby Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5QdGcfX5bJ4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5QdGcfX5bJ4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32585797-2688405163094819538?l=adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2688405163094819538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32585797&amp;postID=2688405163094819538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/2688405163094819538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/2688405163094819538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/2009/01/sofias-baby-talk.html' title='Sofia&apos;s Baby Talk'/><author><name>Bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451602665608747282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18229211535742133016'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32585797.post-4801943112878927581</id><published>2009-01-20T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:12:10.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>President Barack Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SXZGLvqKWzI/AAAAAAAABXA/EbiuDb1OS4o/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293495579606407986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SXZGLvqKWzI/AAAAAAAABXA/EbiuDb1OS4o/s320/obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/politics/article/0,8599,1872715-1,00.html"&gt;The Inaugural Address &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's different to actually read the speech as opposed to just hearing it. Kind of like reading the book then watching the movie I suppose. I missed the speech on TV so I decided to read the first few lines to see what kind of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sugar coated words&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;the President's speech writers put in front of his face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, yes, that may seem a bit pessimistic, but isn't that the way it usually goes? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words, words, words.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;They don't mean a thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Is that a song?) Well, after the first few lines, I was hooked. I read all four web pages of the speech and even got some strange moisture in my eyes a couple of times. (Damn, those writers are good!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huh well, as I read it, I imagined President Obama speaking those words and putting true feelings behind them. I could see him in my mind and I could feel the power of his voice. The words flowed through my mind and body and subsequently drowned my governmental pessimism with renewed hope for the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was actually excited and motivated!&lt;/strong&gt; All the while thinking, "I hope they do it, I hope they do it, I hope WE do it. Let's make a change for the better! Can we?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my question is: Will the government use that speech as a general outline to construct specific goals for our country and implement those new ideas to better our nation and the world? Or will the Inaugural Address remain only &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sugar coated words,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; written by very good speech writers, forgotten in the back of some history book?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32585797-4801943112878927581?l=adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4801943112878927581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32585797&amp;postID=4801943112878927581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/4801943112878927581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/4801943112878927581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/2009/01/president-barack-obama.html' title='President Barack Obama'/><author><name>Bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451602665608747282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18229211535742133016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SXZGLvqKWzI/AAAAAAAABXA/EbiuDb1OS4o/s72-c/obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32585797.post-2011892804302635831</id><published>2009-01-18T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:51:08.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training With Senorita Sofia</title><content type='html'>I've finally lost enough weight to be able to jog without my knees aching (or without my belly bouncing...yuck!) I like to take Senorita Sofia out to enjoy the lovely SoCal weather so I put her in the baby jogger and off we go. Our jogging loop follows the trails near our home. It includes 4 short but steep hills and it takes us 55 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SXPZ0vtugMI/AAAAAAAABWo/pv6oYpKzcsk/s1600-h/c--jan2--jan12+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SXPZ0vtugMI/AAAAAAAABWo/pv6oYpKzcsk/s320/c--jan2--jan12+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292813487275147458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although Sofia is big and tall for a 4 month old, she is still a little small for the jogger. My adventure racing teammate Christian made us an "insert" to put inside so that Sofia can be supported. Little Lady seems to really enjoy the ride. She gets very calm when we start out and then of course she falls asleep about half way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SXPZ0ucas3I/AAAAAAAABWw/NvtZLB2Dty0/s1600-h/c--jan2--jan12+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SXPZ0ucas3I/AAAAAAAABWw/NvtZLB2Dty0/s320/c--jan2--jan12+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292813486934111090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always used to hate jogging, and in my adventure racing days, I would have to force myself to go. But with Sofia, I'm actually enjoying it. Could it be because I'm running with a buddy who doesn't care how hard I'm breathing? Is it because I can jog really slowly without anyone else thinking I'm a wimp?...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I mean since I AM pushing an extra 25 pounds&lt;/span&gt;. Or is it because I'm so happy to be sharing the beauty of the outdoors with my Little Lady? I think it's all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been able to spend a little more time on the bike. During the week, I'm up at the crack of dawn riding my trainer for 45 minutes. On the weekends, I get in some longer road and mountain bike rides. Having goals is very important and motivating for me so I'm currently preparing for my first mountain bike race since pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SXPaE-198SI/AAAAAAAABW4/B22THiCH-Bo/s1600-h/d--jan12-jan17+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SXPaE-198SI/AAAAAAAABW4/B22THiCH-Bo/s320/d--jan12-jan17+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292813766214152482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By The Numbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                               Months since I gave birth to Sofia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;5&lt;/span&gt;                              Hours I rode my bikes this weekend  (most I've done in 1 year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;24&lt;/span&gt;                  Pounds I still want to shed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;6&lt;/span&gt;                                  Days until my first mountain bike race since pregnancy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32585797-2011892804302635831?l=adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2011892804302635831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32585797&amp;postID=2011892804302635831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/2011892804302635831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32585797/posts/default/2011892804302635831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofprincesa.blogspot.com/2009/01/training-with-senorita-sofia.html' title='Training With Senorita Sofia'/><author><name>Bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451602665608747282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18229211535742133016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xL7QmE_5rC8/SXPZ0vtugMI/AAAAAAAABWo/pv6oYpKzcsk/s72-c/c--jan2--jan12+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>