<?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-6145422826946827251</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:15:06.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camille's random thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>"The body does not want you to do this.  As you run, it tells you to stop but the mind must be strong.  You always go too far for your body. You must handle the pain with strategy...It is not age; it is not diet.  It is the will to succeed."
          - Jacqueline Gareau, 1980 Boston Marathon champ</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145422826946827251/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732793176185957577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6foO1QhKFYc/SnuqZ20GIcI/AAAAAAAAABI/apEfiTN3HGE/S220/Photo+492.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145422826946827251.post-8057395877609201080</id><published>2009-10-15T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:30:05.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prayer</title><content type='html'>Before I lay me down to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;I pray for a man who’s not a creep.&lt;br /&gt;One who’s handsome, smart, and strong&lt;br /&gt;One who loves to listen long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One who thinks before he speaks&lt;br /&gt;One who’ll call, not wait for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I pray he’s gainfully employed&lt;br /&gt;When I spend his cash won’t be annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulls out my chair and opens my door&lt;br /&gt;Massages my back and begs to do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that this man will love me to no end,&lt;br /&gt;And always be my very best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145422826946827251-8057395877609201080?l=camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com/feeds/8057395877609201080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com/2009/10/prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145422826946827251/posts/default/8057395877609201080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145422826946827251/posts/default/8057395877609201080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com/2009/10/prayer.html' title='The Prayer'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732793176185957577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6foO1QhKFYc/SnuqZ20GIcI/AAAAAAAAABI/apEfiTN3HGE/S220/Photo+492.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145422826946827251.post-8930909128861867496</id><published>2009-08-23T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:52:15.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6foO1QhKFYc/SpIcXqJpvYI/AAAAAAAAACA/1utbGwadKkE/s1600-h/ryan_reynolds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6foO1QhKFYc/SpIcXqJpvYI/AAAAAAAAACA/1utbGwadKkE/s320/ryan_reynolds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373388498183765378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Good god, is this not the spiciest man alive????&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right now my top 7 are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Ryan Reynolds (above)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Taylor Launter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Robert Pattinson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Cam Gigandet (james from twilight)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Tom Welling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  James Franco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  Josh Duhamel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145422826946827251-8930909128861867496?l=camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com/feeds/8930909128861867496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-god-is-this-not-spiciest-man-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145422826946827251/posts/default/8930909128861867496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145422826946827251/posts/default/8930909128861867496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-god-is-this-not-spiciest-man-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732793176185957577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6foO1QhKFYc/SnuqZ20GIcI/AAAAAAAAABI/apEfiTN3HGE/S220/Photo+492.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6foO1QhKFYc/SpIcXqJpvYI/AAAAAAAAACA/1utbGwadKkE/s72-c/ryan_reynolds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145422826946827251.post-7315919382221895111</id><published>2009-08-06T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:11:05.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>owl city- vanilla twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;The stars lean down to kiss you&lt;br /&gt;And I lie awake and miss you&lt;br /&gt;Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly&lt;br /&gt;But I'll miss your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;I'd send a postcard to you dear&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll watch the night turn light blue&lt;br /&gt;But it's not the same without you&lt;br /&gt;Because it takes two to whisper quietly&lt;br /&gt;The silence isn't so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Till I look at my hands and feel sad&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the spaces between my fingers&lt;br /&gt;Are right where yours fit &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;perfectly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll find repose in new ways&lt;br /&gt;Though I haven't slept in two days&lt;br /&gt;'Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone&lt;br /&gt;But drenched in vanilla twilight&lt;br /&gt;I'll sit on the front porch all night&lt;br /&gt;Waist-deep in thought because when I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel so alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many times as I blink&lt;br /&gt;I'll think of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'll think of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When violet eyes get brighter&lt;br /&gt;And heavy wings grow lighter&lt;br /&gt;I'll taste the sky and feel alive again&lt;br /&gt;And I'll forget the world that I knew&lt;br /&gt;But I swear I won't forget you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if my voice could reach back through the past&lt;br /&gt;I'd whisper in your ear,&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling I wish you were here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#656565;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145422826946827251-7315919382221895111?l=camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com/feeds/7315919382221895111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com/2009/08/stars-lean-down-to-kiss-you-and-i-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145422826946827251/posts/default/7315919382221895111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145422826946827251/posts/default/7315919382221895111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com/2009/08/stars-lean-down-to-kiss-you-and-i-lie.html' title='owl city- vanilla twilight'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732793176185957577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6foO1QhKFYc/SnuqZ20GIcI/AAAAAAAAABI/apEfiTN3HGE/S220/Photo+492.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145422826946827251.post-5260946677566378516</id><published>2009-06-30T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:05:00.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a tribute to my obsession for twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"I was already in too deep... Because when i thought of him, his voice, his hypnotic eyes... i wanted nothing more than to be with him."&lt;div&gt;- Isabella Swan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145422826946827251-5260946677566378516?l=camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com/feeds/5260946677566378516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com/2009/06/bella-is-genius.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145422826946827251/posts/default/5260946677566378516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145422826946827251/posts/default/5260946677566378516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com/2009/06/bella-is-genius.html' title='just a tribute to my obsession for twilight'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732793176185957577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6foO1QhKFYc/SnuqZ20GIcI/AAAAAAAAABI/apEfiTN3HGE/S220/Photo+492.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145422826946827251.post-3627728146604840974</id><published>2009-06-30T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:33:46.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DMV</title><content type='html'>the Costa Mesa DMV really stinks. I waited in a line for 1/2 an hour just to get a number that was never called because the system was down. I hope this permit will be worth it when i go back. &lt;div&gt;best of luck to anyone who attempts to get something done there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145422826946827251-3627728146604840974?l=camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com/feeds/3627728146604840974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com/2009/06/dmv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145422826946827251/posts/default/3627728146604840974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145422826946827251/posts/default/3627728146604840974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com/2009/06/dmv.html' title='DMV'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732793176185957577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6foO1QhKFYc/SnuqZ20GIcI/AAAAAAAAABI/apEfiTN3HGE/S220/Photo+492.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145422826946827251.post-2203350212723258556</id><published>2009-06-07T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:54:03.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Famous Mud Run.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; font-weight: normal; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Woken by a screeching mother at 6 a.m., I had fallen asleep on the couch watching TV for the millionth time in my lifetime. I soon realized that on this very Saturday morning, was the world famous Mud Run at Camp &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pendleton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. The mud run is a 10 K (6.2 miles) with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; hills, tire obstacles, river crossings, two 5-foot walls with mud on both sides, tunnel crawl, slippery hill climb, and the final 30-foot mud pit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A full tablespoon of adrenaline was released into my system when it finally hit me. This was my favorite race, and this morning it was taking place. My Mom, Step-dad, and I got in the car and headed to southern California's very own military base. When I got there, I frantically searched for my cross-country friends, Mady and Jordan who claimed that they were running the race too. As i made my way to the start line (which was really crowded and about 100m long-jammed to the start-already) I saw my friend Jordan waving his arms and calling my name. He was so far up to the start, so there was no point in trying to reach him or get close enough to have a conversation, but i was happy because i at least got  to see him. There was, however no sign of my best friend, Mady. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I started out so far back behind the start line with all the other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;slowies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;/walkers  because i promised my mom that i would run it with her. The difference between where you start is huge. If you start where i started, then you face many delays due to crowds and walkers, and the infamous bottle-nose effect where too many people try to get through a small opening at the same time. This was the basic consistency of my race, but i was happy because i was running, getting dirty, with family, and the very noble, sturdy, and handsome men that serve our country were abundant in sight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The race was primarily centered around mud, hence it's name. Marines were at the top of every dirt hill, squirting us with fire hoses, we climbed through tunnels, swam through lakes, and ran some very steep hills. I smirked a proud little smirk to myself as i became appreciative of the many mount sac repeats up hills i had done with my cross-country team, as i ran past everyone walking up the hill. It felt good. I felt strong. I'm not used to that feeling, since I'm always  surrounded by amazingly gifted runners like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Carmille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Garcia and Lauren Erickson in practice. But that's the feeling you get when you start out in the back. It's refreshing to see and feel how strong you really are without comparing yourself to the gifted and talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Then came my 2 favorite parts- the swim across the huge stagnant lake &amp;amp; the hugs. It was so refreshing to rinse off after climbing walls and crawling through mud tunnels. And my all time favorite part, hugging the marines on the side of the course. It is great to see their faces as you come running, dripping in mud, with arms wide open. Most just smile and embraced me back, but a few sour fellows went "oh!" and barely tapped me on the back. It is oh-so-very worth the huge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; to hug every other marine, and say to them, "Thank you for your service" and hear them say back, "You are very welcome, ma'am." It just let me take a peek into some of the bravest, most noble souls in America, and made me want to become a marine as well. That is, until my mom abruptly crushed all my hopes and dreams and said, "NO!" But I imagine I'd say that to my 15-year-old daughter, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;All in all - The World Famous Mud Run is one to be remembered and is my favorite race for many reasons. I look forward to running it every year i can possibly make it, and i enjoy making a contribution to our very own marine corps. If you're up for a down and dirty good-'ol time, feeling patriotic, and have some free time - sign up for the mud run next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's well worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Thanks, mom for getting me into it, love you&lt;33&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145422826946827251-2203350212723258556?l=camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com/feeds/2203350212723258556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com/2009/06/world-famous-mud-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145422826946827251/posts/default/2203350212723258556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145422826946827251/posts/default/2203350212723258556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com/2009/06/world-famous-mud-run.html' title='The World Famous Mud Run.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732793176185957577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6foO1QhKFYc/SnuqZ20GIcI/AAAAAAAAABI/apEfiTN3HGE/S220/Photo+492.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145422826946827251.post-4667751755822792454</id><published>2009-06-03T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:10:35.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMIGOSH!</title><content type='html'>I CANT WAIT FOR NEW MOON TO COME OUT!!!!&lt;div&gt;IM SO ROBSESSED AND FANATICAL ABOUT ALL THINGS TAYLOR LAUNTER!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'd become a vampire or warewolf any day to be with either of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6145422826946827251-4667751755822792454?l=camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com/feeds/4667751755822792454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com/2009/06/omigosh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145422826946827251/posts/default/4667751755822792454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6145422826946827251/posts/default/4667751755822792454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillelinaresreed007.blogspot.com/2009/06/omigosh.html' title='OMIGOSH!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732793176185957577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6foO1QhKFYc/SnuqZ20GIcI/AAAAAAAAABI/apEfiTN3HGE/S220/Photo+492.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
