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	<title>Comments on: Deep thoughts during a 5K</title>
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		<title>By: Erica</title>
		<link>http://www.sundrymourning.com/2009/06/01/deep-thoughts-during-a-5k/comment-page-2/#comment-460657</link>
		<dc:creator>Erica</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Jun 2009 03:20:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&quot;a sort of Quasimodo-like hunched-over shuffle where you basically look like the victim of a sniper with bad aim&quot; - my husband said that I looked &quot;like a question mark&quot; when he saw me 2 miles into my race. Pretty sure the hunched/slumped position indicates a near-death experience.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;a sort of Quasimodo-like hunched-over shuffle where you basically look like the victim of a sniper with bad aim&#8221; &#8211; my husband said that I looked &#8220;like a question mark&#8221; when he saw me 2 miles into my race. Pretty sure the hunched/slumped position indicates a near-death experience.</p>
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		<title>By: Mandy</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mandy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2009 20:22:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I ran my first ever 5K today...and I have to tell you that I was thinking about what you wrote about your experience....I found myself laughing while I was running! You were dead-on! Thanks for the inspiration and the laughs!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I ran my first ever 5K today&#8230;and I have to tell you that I was thinking about what you wrote about your experience&#8230;.I found myself laughing while I was running! You were dead-on! Thanks for the inspiration and the laughs!</p>
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		<title>By: MichelleRenee</title>
		<link>http://www.sundrymourning.com/2009/06/01/deep-thoughts-during-a-5k/comment-page-1/#comment-455866</link>
		<dc:creator>MichelleRenee</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 19:50:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You always make me laugh! 
I WANT to be a runner.. 
I&#039;m up to 100 feet before I glurch up a lung but I&#039;m working on it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You always make me laugh!<br />
I WANT to be a runner..<br />
I&#8217;m up to 100 feet before I glurch up a lung but I&#8217;m working on it.</p>
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		<title>By: The Informal Matriarch</title>
		<link>http://www.sundrymourning.com/2009/06/01/deep-thoughts-during-a-5k/comment-page-1/#comment-454678</link>
		<dc:creator>The Informal Matriarch</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 23:54:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I love the way you write.  Kudos.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love the way you write.  Kudos.</p>
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		<title>By: Jennifer</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jennifer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 20:42:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Earlier this year I did a 5k, in which, swear to dog, a 65 year old man wearing khakis and a dress shirt, walking with his 5 year old grand daughter BEAT ME.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Earlier this year I did a 5k, in which, swear to dog, a 65 year old man wearing khakis and a dress shirt, walking with his 5 year old grand daughter BEAT ME.</p>
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		<title>By: Sharon</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sharon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 12:27:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My personal most humbling 5K moments:  1.  being passed by a pregnant woman pushing twins in a jogging stroller; 2.  sprinting at the end to beat the speed walkers (as the crowd was cheering, &quot;good job, walkers!&quot;).  As I ran the entire time through both of the above-mentioned races, I was a little...miffed.  

However, I do have a quilt of race t-shirts hanging on my son&#039;s wall, that I had made because I had 20+ shirts in my closet.  It doesn&#039;t matter how fast I run (I keep telling myself); it&#039;s that I&#039;m out there.  I am a runner.  You can tell, because I have a lot of race t-shirts made into a groovy quilt.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My personal most humbling 5K moments:  1.  being passed by a pregnant woman pushing twins in a jogging stroller; 2.  sprinting at the end to beat the speed walkers (as the crowd was cheering, &#8220;good job, walkers!&#8221;).  As I ran the entire time through both of the above-mentioned races, I was a little&#8230;miffed.  </p>
<p>However, I do have a quilt of race t-shirts hanging on my son&#8217;s wall, that I had made because I had 20+ shirts in my closet.  It doesn&#8217;t matter how fast I run (I keep telling myself); it&#8217;s that I&#8217;m out there.  I am a runner.  You can tell, because I have a lot of race t-shirts made into a groovy quilt.</p>
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		<title>By: Leah</title>
		<link>http://www.sundrymourning.com/2009/06/01/deep-thoughts-during-a-5k/comment-page-1/#comment-453572</link>
		<dc:creator>Leah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 05:33:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Props, brah.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Props, brah.</p>
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		<title>By: Sarah C</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sarah C</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 00:23:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Your post was AWESOME! LOL! My DH just ran a 5 miler with me voluntarily (&quot;You sure, Sweetie? There are water stands, not beer stands.&quot; He stuck with me and didn&#039;t walk once..um, yeah, that might relate to me too!) Your post totally captured the essence of running to impress vs. running *BECAUSE*. I&#039;m right there with you: red face, crazy hair, shorts askew. Best wishes!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your post was AWESOME! LOL! My DH just ran a 5 miler with me voluntarily (&#8221;You sure, Sweetie? There are water stands, not beer stands.&#8221; He stuck with me and didn&#8217;t walk once..um, yeah, that might relate to me too!) Your post totally captured the essence of running to impress vs. running *BECAUSE*. I&#8217;m right there with you: red face, crazy hair, shorts askew. Best wishes!</p>
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		<title>By: Heather B.</title>
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		<dc:creator>Heather B.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 00:03:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The woooooorst part is when people come back through the race course while you&#039;re struggling along, trying not to vomit on someone. It makes me feel so bad about myself. The next 5K I&#039;m doing has a field of like 50 people and when I come in last place I&#039;m sure that will feel so totally awesome.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The woooooorst part is when people come back through the race course while you&#8217;re struggling along, trying not to vomit on someone. It makes me feel so bad about myself. The next 5K I&#8217;m doing has a field of like 50 people and when I come in last place I&#8217;m sure that will feel so totally awesome.</p>
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		<title>By: Kristin</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kristin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2009 22:18:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is my fave post of yours this year.  Effing brilliant.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is my fave post of yours this year.  Effing brilliant.</p>
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