<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045739566578833578</id><updated>2012-02-07T11:03:40.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Runs with Scissors</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strongscissors.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045739566578833578/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strongscissors.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chelsea Strong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969554577074355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh169XsOtbU/So9XNFndeWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/I3b7N5lGbKI/s1600-R/n505773853_1532721_7978.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045739566578833578.post-1314464011280856375</id><published>2012-02-07T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T11:03:40.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='padding-bottom: 2px; line-height: 0px'&gt;&lt;a href='http://pinterest.com/pin/82050024430996818/' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/82050024430996818_xXkMebsB_c.jpg' border='0' width='500' height ='333'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px;'&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;'&gt;Source: &lt;a style='text-decoration: underline; font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;' href='http://www.tumblr.com/likes'&gt;tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a style='text-decoration: underline; font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;' href='http://pinterest.com/schmandrea26/' target='_blank'&gt;Andrea&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a style='text-decoration: underline; color: #76838b;' href='http://pinterest.com' target='_blank'&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly what I told myself yesterday as I ran for 30min. For some reason, I felt like I was running through sand...maybe the over-indulgence from the Super Bowl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I ran a half-marathon in November, with pretty much ZERO training. I quickly lost my running companions to the middle of the pack, and after running the first 5 miles (a new record for me) I walk/ran the rest of the way. Did I mention it was pouring? My posture was terrible, I had back spasms afterwards, but I finished in just over 3hrs. Funny now, how running for 30 minutes defeats me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another half scheduled for June, and yesterday's 30min was the serious start of re-training myself how to run. I've realized I'm not just training my body, but training my mind to shut the hell up. I've done this before, I can do it again. I NEED to do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045739566578833578-1314464011280856375?l=strongscissors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strongscissors.blogspot.com/feeds/1314464011280856375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strongscissors.blogspot.com/2012/02/shut-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045739566578833578/posts/default/1314464011280856375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045739566578833578/posts/default/1314464011280856375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strongscissors.blogspot.com/2012/02/shut-it.html' title='Shut it.'/><author><name>Chelsea Strong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969554577074355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh169XsOtbU/So9XNFndeWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/I3b7N5lGbKI/s1600-R/n505773853_1532721_7978.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045739566578833578.post-5334733105888775181</id><published>2012-02-05T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T22:21:25.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Runs with Scissors</title><content type='html'>Apparently, I run now. Apparently, I'm a Graphic Designer. Yep, in all caps. Also, apparently I'm mom to a 2yr old girl, and spouse of that guy I was obsessed with in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runs with Scissors references a faded, black crew-neck sweatshirt I stole from my mom years ago, and pretty much sums me up.&lt;br /&gt;Since childhood I've been overly enthusiastic, determined, obsessed with black sweatshirts, family-oriented, and yes, have been known to run across the room with scissors in hand when inspiration strikes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, I jump into a project/goal/life change, and I don't know what the hell I'm doing. But in my own haphazard way, I make it happen. So many things have gone right for me in my short life; these crazy, awesome, amazing, ambitious, bucket-list type things.  This blog is to document my full-speed-ahead life, and chronicle the ups, downs, and lessons-learned along the way. Thanks for hanging around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045739566578833578-5334733105888775181?l=strongscissors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strongscissors.blogspot.com/feeds/5334733105888775181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strongscissors.blogspot.com/2012/02/running-with-scissors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045739566578833578/posts/default/5334733105888775181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045739566578833578/posts/default/5334733105888775181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strongscissors.blogspot.com/2012/02/running-with-scissors.html' title='Runs with Scissors'/><author><name>Chelsea Strong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15969554577074355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh169XsOtbU/So9XNFndeWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/I3b7N5lGbKI/s1600-R/n505773853_1532721_7978.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
