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[homeservice1]

上水内郡です石油ふろ給湯器交換致しました。 長野県の給湯器を最安値で交換するなら当社へ ガス給湯器･石油給湯器の取替交換がお安く提供出来ます！ #上水内郡 #OTQ－3704SAY #オート #長野県 #長野市 #長野 #松本 #上田 #佐久 #軽井沢 #飯綱 #小布施 #中野 #飯山 #志賀高原 #戸隠 #戸倉 #信濃町 #野沢温泉 #豊野 #温水 #ノーリツ #NORITZ #給湯器 #灯油 #石油 #暮らし #diy #いいね

[voilaquebec-blog]

Nouvelles vidéos pour la promotion touristique de Québec

L’Office du tourisme de Québec (OTQ) lance 6 nouvelles vidéos afin de faire vivre l’expérience de la destination de Québec de façon immersive à sa clientèle touristique. Ces nouvelles cartes de visite offrent des angles et des points de vue inédits de la région. Ces outils visent à faire rayonner la destination touristique de Québec auprès de la population et de la clientèle touristique. 

Une vidéo destination, de 3 minutes, présente l’ADN de Québec tandis que 5 vidéos d’une durée d’une minute traitent respectivement d’histoire et patrimoine, d’art de vivre et culture, de nature et d’aventure, des incontournables ainsi que de l’offre familiale. Elles seront utilisées à des fins publicitaires, diffusées dans nos médias sociaux, sur le site quebecregion.com ainsi que par l’intermédiaire de nos partenaires de l’industrie touristique. 

« La destination touristique de Québec a renouvelé et bonifié son offre touristique au cours des dernières années. Il allait de soi que notre image promotionnelle en fasse état dans des vidéos d’une beauté remarquable, à l’image de Québec. De plus, j’invite la population de Québec à en faire la promotion en les partageant sur leurs réseaux sociaux et à s’en servir pour inciter parents et amis à visiter Québec » a ajouté André Roy, directeur de l’OTQ. 

Ces tournages ont été réalisés avec la firme Nova Film sur une période d’une dizaine de jours dans plus d’une quarantaine de lieux à l’été 2016. Le tournage hivernal vient également de se terminer. Le nouveau matériel sera disponible plus tard cette année.

[kahm]

Las tardes que me gustan ❤️ #DailyMiracles #Sunset #Love #143 #OTQ #LittlePrince #red #clouds #Bogotá (at Ed Avenida Chile Calle 72 Con 9)

[archiproducts]

At imm cologne the young brand OTQ presents BISU, the first cork bed in the world which is capable to join functionality, ethics of wellbeing and design: http://bit.ly/2jCeHLj

[waywardworldhopper]

So as should be pretty evident to people following me, I’m really active in the Blizzard Watch fan guild, <of the Queue> on A-Nesingwary. It’s a wonderful community, and people are always there to lend a hand if someone needs help.

Well, one of our members, Hammerstein, needs a bit more help than we’re necessarily able to give. Hammerstein was one of the first guildies I really interacted with a lot when we founded the guild last year; he’s a kind and funny guy who’s always willing to hop in on a dungeon run or give some computer advice.

But he’s also fighting stage 4 small cell lung cancer, and as of last November he was given only 6 months to live. He’s been managing as best he can, but he’s basically on his own, and he has extremely limited mobility. His savings dried up pretty fast.

Our co-GM, Lady Rhees, put together this campaign to help him get the funds he needs to keep going. I know a lot of BW fans just put in to help Matthew Rossi with his medical care, and I’m sorry to have to ask for you to donate to a second cause within a week. But please, if you can, even a small donation would be a huge help.

[waywardworldhopper]

So this happened in guild while I was away...

[gobigorgohome2016]

This time, baby, I’ll be bulletproof

How do you describe the moment you have dreamed about for 10+ years?  The moment you visualized during each workout?  The moment that kept you going, every time you got knocked down?  I have lived this moment so many times in my head, yet I still don’t know that I can descriptively do it justice. 

So, I guess I’ll start from the beginning. 

Saturday afternoon my coach made it into town and we met up with him after the elite technical meeting.  After grabbing a quick bite to eat, we drove the course again.  It was helpful for me to hear Bumber-isms about the course (use this downhill, be careful to run this tangent, have a nose for the finish line once you’re at the half). 

After a late dinner, Dave and I headed back to the hotel to lay out all of my clothes/gear, and have my traditional pre-race beer.  I have been drinking a beer the night before hard races/workouts since I was 19 21, so this beer is half superstition, half the fact that a beer makes me sleep like a baby and not think about the race.  Now that I’m much more fit than ever before, though, I may have to scale that down to 1/2 a beer, because I was DRUNK before I went to bed.  Fortunately I have Dave to take care of me, because I even forgot to set my alarm for the next morning.  oops. 

Race morning was very relaxed.  The finish line and elite hotel were in St. Paul, and the starting line was in Minneapolis.  My marathon PR wasn’t good enough to get me a free night or two in the elite hotel, so we stayed at a Marriott in Minneapolis (where we can use Dave’s free nights).  The whole time leading up to Sunday, I was annoyed that we were staying in Minneapolis because I didn’t want to miss out on anything that the other elites had access to.  In the end, though, this worked out in my favor.  At 6:00 AM when the other elites were being bussed over from St. Paul, I was just waking up.  I got to sip a cup of tea and do a little facebooking (as I do every single morning) while the elites were told to sit in a holding area.  When I was ready, around 7 AM, I just jogged over and met them. 

Even during my warm up, I wasn’t nervous.  I started to get a few butterflies when the National Anthem was sung, but that was about it.  I still knew at this point that I had a very solid plan, and if I stuck to my plan I would have a great day. 

When the gun went off, I felt like I was jogging.  The weather was a perfect 45 degrees.  Spectators were going crazy.  It was just a great day to run.  My first mile was faster than what I had planned: 5:51.  On Saturday, Bumber and I specifically talked about how this might be the case, and he thought it was best that I just roll if I’m feeling good and not try too hard to micro-manage my pace.  I tucked in with a small pack of 4-5 other people, and worked with them. 

By the 5k, I had settled into a rhythm.  I went through in 18:43, and right then and there, I knew this was going to be my day.  I can’t describe it, but I just knew.

That didn’t mean my work was over, though.  I still had 23.1 miles to go.  To make it through any race, a good strategy is to break the race up into chunks, and only focus on one portion at a time.  Originally, I was going to break the race up into five, 5 mile portions, and tackle one a time.  I wound up having many more mental check points than that, which helped tremendously. 

Checkpoint 1:  5 miles At the 5 mile mark (30:00), I took my first gel (salted watermelon.  YUM.)  I was extremely fortunate to be granted elite fluids (not everyone was- I think it was based on PR).  When you’re trying to drink 25 oz of liquids/hour while running a 6:00 mile, it can be tough to get enough fluids from a paper cup without either spilling it all over yourself, choking, or somehow getting the water up your nose.  Having an elite fluid table also gives elites the opportunity to use the electrolytes they train with.  I used watermelon flavored Nuun.  Our elite tables were at miles 2.5, 5, 9, 11, 15, 17, 20.1, and 23.  I placed Nuun at miles 2.5, 9, 15, and 20.1, and water at 5, 11, 17, and 23. 

Taking my first gel was a relief, because it meant I had one less thing to carry with me.  My competition shorts have one small zipper pocket on the hip that can only fit two gels, so my other two gels were placed in my shorts, next to my skin.  I wound up with two nasty chafe marks where the corners of the packaging dug into my skin.  I refuse to tape my gels to my elite water bottles, because you can never trust that something bad won’t happen.  I completely missed two of my water bottles (never saw the table), and I dropped another bottle.  That would have been a disaster, had those bottles had my gels attached. 

Checkpoint 2:  10 miles The early miles of the race go by quickly, so my checkpoints were a little bit long.  I was 1:00:05 at 10 miles.  Miles 5 - 10 went fast, because the crowd support was amazing.  As one of the guys running in my pack said - it was electric.  Those miles are a little bit hilly, with some really nice downhill portions.  I felt like I was flying.  I was still with my original pack of 4 people.  There was another woman and a master’s runner (they seemed to know each other), and then me and a guy who was wanting to run 2:40:00ish.  The girl (Liz Northern) told me she was trying to break 2:40:00.  I knew that, as long as I was feeling in control, I had to stay with these people.  We had fun.  One guy kept commenting how he enjoyed running with two women because the cheers were much louder with the two of us around.  Since I was sitting on Liz, I offered to take control and let them sit on me for a few miles, but they said they were fine.  I didn’t want to be that girl, but she said she already OTQ’d and that I could pace off of them. 

Checkpoint 3:  11 miles This was where I took my next gel (GU vanilla), so mile 10 was spent digging the gel out of my pocket, preparing it, and timing the consumption correctly so that I could get enough water to wash it down.  I don’t like to take the entire gel at once, but rather take it gradually over the course of a few minutes, which takes a little bit of planning.  I somehow missed my water bottle here, so I was only able to grab a couple quick sips of water from the cups that were offered.

Checkpoint 4:  13.1 miles I went through the half at 1:18:15.  At this point, I knew without a doubt that I was going to run in the Olympic Trials, and I had to do my best to make sure nothing dumb happened in the next half.  Even though I was on pace for the A standard (2:37:00), I didn’t think about it or push myself to try and force it to happen.  My biggest concern was just finishing the race healthy, and not having a situation where I’m forced to walk the last 5 miles and possibly miss the cut off.  I saw Dave here, and just smiled.  I saw 1:18:05 when I went through, so I thought I had an official PR, which gave me a little boost. 

Checkpoint 4:  15 miles I came through 15 in 1:29:55, just a hair under 6:00 pace.  I think it was here that I understood just how much time I was banking.  Per my plan, I was supposed to come through 15 in 1:32:30.  I still felt good, so I decided to let it keep rolling. 

Checkpoint 5:  17 miles This was when I took my next gel (another salted watermelon).  Miles 16 - 19 were where I struggled most.  There were few spectators, and while I wasn’t hurting, I was starting to feel the struggle.  In previous marathons, I have reached this point and physically shut down completely, unable to move faster than a 7:00 mile.  I was beginning to do calculations and let the “what if” thoughts creep into my head.  But, a theme of my weekend has been “line in the sand.”  I am tired of missing my goals, missing my opportunities, and reframing negative experiences into positive ones (”well, considering x, I’m really happy with y”).  Taking note out of something I read about Joan Benoit Samuelson recently, I asked myself Saturday night Am I ready to be this good? and the answer is yes.  No more tough luck.  No more excuses.  Around mile 17 I reminded myself:  you are on a World Championship team.  Run like it.

Checkpoint 6:  20 miles From 20 to just past 23, there is 200 ft of elevation change.  20 miles was my checkpoint for three reasons:  one, because that was part of my original 5-mile segment goal, two, because this is where the hills are, and three, because this is where the race starts.  A marathon truly is a 10k race with a 20 mile warm up.  I knew that if I was in contention for anything, the hilly portion was going to be where I made a move.   Yesterday I have never felt stronger.  My legs were devouring the hills like they were a 0.1 incline on a treadmill.  Checkpoint 7:  22 miles Final gel!  I really needed my elite water here to wash it down, because this one tasted particularly sweet.  Sadly, I knocked my bottle right off the table when I went to grab it.  Fortunately, this was also a water stop for everyone else, so I was able to grab 2 or 3 water cups and wash it down, but dropping my personal bottle was a huge bummer.  (sidenote:  I think the volunteers are way more bummed/concerned when this happens than the runner.  After I dropped the bottle, there was a collective gasp and chatter about what to do). 

Checkpoint 8:  23 miles At 23, the hills would be over, so I just focused on running from 22 - 23.  Altogether, I passed 1 woman and a few men during miles 20 - 23, but I was getting really freaking ready to be done with the race.  Dave and I ran miles 21 - 24 on Friday, and then miles 20 - 22 on Saturday, and I think this really helped me be tough during that section.  Checkpoint 9:  24 miles After I finished the hill, I focused on getting to mile 24, because I knew that’s where Oiselle was cheering, and I knew seeing them would give me a boost.  Those ladies were AWESOME.  I saw someone run onto the course, screaming my name, and I really couldn’t help but break down laughing. 

Here I am at mile 24, photo taken by Oiselle teammate Megan HIll.  I really wish my temporary Oiselle tattoo was on my left leg, instead of my right!  I

Checkpoint 10:  25 miles I knew that 25 - 26.2 was FAST and downhill, so I knew if I could just make it to this point, my legs would have a break and I could fly.  At 25, I saw my coach, I looked at my watch, and I lost it.  I had something like 12:00 to run 1.2 miles.  It was going to happen.  As I was running the last 400 m with stands of people on either side, and I was watching the clock, which still hadn’t even hit 2:39:00, I was all-out ugly crying.  Fortunately I had sunglasses on. 

The finish My official finish time was 2:38:39, and I was the 6th female, 30th overall.  At the finish, a USATF Atlanta woman scooped me up.  I was standing there, sobbing..  It felt exactly the way I dreamed it would.  She hugged me while I cried, and Ryan Hogan, the elite coordinator from the last marathon I ran (Pittsburgh), took the now-infamous picture.  After you finish a marathon, there is no filter on the things you say.  You just talk.  Or cry.  Or mumble.  Or babble.  As I was crying, I was finding myself telling the USATF angel (I have no idea what her name is) that I quit my job, was struggling to get by, that on paper it was a dumb decision but in my heart I knew what I was capable of, and that I just wanted to say fuck you to everyone who didn’t believe in me lol.  She told me that her husband passed away 19 days ago, and that being here to hug all the crying runners who had a good race, or a bad race, or didn’t get to race was therapeutic.  I wish I knew her name, because I would love to send her a card.  She paraded me around the elite area, and told everyone she saw that I qualified for LA.  She shared in all my excitement. 

Photo taken by Ryan Hogan, P3R elite coordinator

The aftermath Holy social media batman!  Dave was tweeting for me after the race, and we finally had to turn his phone off because of all the crazy noises the phone was making!  Oiselle teammates/fans:  YOU GUYS ROCK.  To receive so many messages of how inspiring you found my race really means a lot to me.  This has been a very long journey for me, and to know that I was never alone is amazing.  I really think I was the most supported runner out there today.  I thought of everyone who was tracking me every time I crossed a timing mat and couldn’t help but smile.  When I logged onto the computer a few hours later, I had 30 friend requests, a ton of messages, and something like 80 posts.  That number has just gotten larger since the race (right now, my facebook tab is open and I have 27 notifications.  what??).  I’m trying my best to reply to everyone, but if I miss you, it is certainly not on purpose! 

What’s next? First order of business is to recover.  This is the best my legs have ever felt after a marathon, but my right hip flexor and hamstring definitely took a beating.  I’m supposed to do a two mile shake out today, and then take the next two days off and reassess Wednesday night.  People are asking whether I still want to run World’s, and the answer is yes.  My marathon time was the 23rd fastest run in the country this year, which is insanity.  Since my full-time job is running right now, I have a good opportunity to focus on fully recovering from this marathon, then fully recovering from World’s, and being totally prepared for the Trials.  I believe in taking every opportunity offered, so World’s is something I don’t want to miss! 

I also need to reassess how to fund myself through February.  I think I’ve exhausted the gofundme, but I have received a lot of inquiries about coaching lately, which would certainly help!  If anyone has any creative ideas, please let me know!  Finally... I like to end all of my race reports/reviews with a good/bad/and ugly from the day, so if you’ve made it this far and are still reading, here it is!  The good:  I had a great race plan, but I didn’t let myself be constrained by it, either.  When I realized I was having a good day, I rolled with it, and it paid off.  I know I can run faster, because there was definitely a level of steady tempo vs. attack that happened the last 10 miles, especially once my hamstring started to tighten up.  The last thing I needed to do was to get hurt and not finish. Also, I RAN IN A PACK!  I have never considered myself good at pack running, but it was necessary today!  and I did it!  The bad:  I have very little to say here :)  I definitely need to get better at running tangents.  There were tons of turns, curves, and s-curves on the course, and I don’t think I was effective in taking them properly.  My GPS (which tends to be quite accurate) had my final distance at 26.92.  Now...I don’t think it’s possible that I ran an extra 1200 m (right?  I mean, that’s not possible, is it?) but the course is EXTREMELY winding, so I’m sure I ran at least a few extra steps than necessary.  The ugly:  The ugly cry.  It happened.  There is photographic evidence.  SO GLAD I WAS WEARING SUNGLASSES.

Thank You’s

I have so, so many people to thank, that this should really be a blog post in itself My family I have the most supportive family out there.  I am so fortunate that I come from a very strong line of entrepreneurs, who understand that doing what is in your heart is the best choice you.  So many people have asked me what my family thinks, and if they are disappointed that I took time off from school or that I’m not working.  I laugh.  They would stand behind me 100% no matter what I was doing, and I take for granted sometimes that not everyone is so lucky.  Once I finished crying, I called my mom, who started crying, which made me cry all over again.  It sounds like there were a lot of Anna-fans who were ugly crying :) My Coach Bumber has had a rough few years, so I wasn’t sure he would be up to the challenge of helping me out when I asked.  He jumped at the chance, and I think we struck a really great balance of communicating through text, email, and the occasional phone call.  Just having someone who knows you and what you’re capable of to be able to critique your workouts is so helpful.  In May, after Pittsburgh, he told me that with proper training, he thought 2:38 was reasonable.  I thought that was a stretch, but he’s never steered me wrong!  A few weeks ago, he told me he thought I would run anywhere between 2:35 and 2:38.  I’m excited to get faster. 

Bumber and me, post-race

My nutritionist Jackie Dikos completely changed the way I look at nutrition and hydration during training and races, and also helped me realize the most important discovery about myself in the past 27 years:  I can’t freaking eat 90% of the stuff I eat everyday.  Hands down, seeing her was the best life choice I have made!

My sports psychologist Coach Dean demystified racing for me.  Once he helped me realize the confidence that I lacked and how to look at races from a different perspective, my training and racing performances skyrocketed. 

My massage therapist Melody has kept me healthy the last 3 months, and I do not think I could have gotten to the starting line without her help.  She’s also great to talk to, and I love hearing her perspective on running during my treatment! 

Oiselle Joining the ambassador program has been amazing.  The company itself, as well as fellow ambassadors and elite team members, have supported my dreams beyond belief.  The Oiselle sisterhood is so encouraging and uplifting, and I know that wherever I go, I just need to look for birds and they will welcome me with open arms.  I’m really excited for my next step with the brand. 

Molly Friel (Oiselle teammate and USATF master’s runner up) and me post race.  Note the coffee as a reward to myself :)

My friends/followers Wow.  You guys have been my biggest cheerleaders, and I can’t thank you enough.  I put myself completely out in the open, vulnerable, and you accepted and encouraged me every step of the way.   Some of you have been encouraging me since I first started running, some of you I have only met recently.  All the texts/emails/messages/smoke signals I received yesterday was unreal.  Knowing that many of you spent your Sunday mornings tracking a 2.5 hour race made me feel so loved, and I’m so happy you were all right there to join my excitement and celebration. 

Thank you. 

[milesonfoot]

Max King's take on the LA marathon and qualifying for the Olympic trials.