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Change in Plans

“If you want to make God laugh, tell him about your plans.”  – Woody Allen

This quote is funny, but it also is very true. I may make detailed plans, but life goes as God wills and where I end up may be nowhere near where I planned. One would think I learned this lesson well in 2013 – I registered for at least six races that I never made it to the start due to health issues. However I recovered and went on my way. Last year was much better and 2015 started out well.

 Amazing how something can change overnight. 

 I ran the Houston Half Marathon on January 18th and I did well. Regular readers and friends know that I am a gadget and detail junkie. Gadgets that provide detail just make me giddy.  My favorite training and racing gadget is my watch. Well it is much more than a watch. The Garmin Forerunner 920XT is a watch, a GPS, a calorie counter, a swim “measurer”, and among many more things – a heart rate monitor. When I ran Houston my wonderful gadget on my wrist recorded my max heart rate at 158 and my average pace was 10:43. This is accurate from my training history and just two beats below my anaerobic threshold of 160 based on my last test in October. 

I did not run again until January 22nd and that day I ran my marathon goal pace of 10:33 and my max heart rate was 155.  By Tuesday the 27th  I ran 6 by 1 mile repeats with a goal pace of 10:30. My Garmin reported my max heart rate was 186. What? I don’t remember feeling like I was going to exhale blood or cough up a lung. In fact I felt like I could go faster. 

 My first reaction – the heart rate strap must be off. I changed the battery. Same thing happened – max heart rate 174-186.  I changed heart rate straps. Nothing changed. From January 29th through February 26th my max heart rate was between 174 and 186. It got to the point I just ignored it and ran on how I felt. Finally I called Garmin. I tried three different heart rate straps and got the same results. It had to be the watch. It is still under warranty and could be replaced at no charge. Before replacing, the tech asked that I delete a software file and reinstall to see if that fixed it. I did what he said and went for a run. My heart rate maxed at 186. I called Garmin back and they were great. A new watch was in the mail and I had to return mine. I wanted to wait until my replacement came before sending mine back. I was in the middle of marathon training and didn’t want to run without a GPS watch. 

 To keep track of heart rate I bought a basic Polar monitor for $50. It also works in the pool – nice little feature. The next day I went to the gym wearing both the Garmin on my left arm and the Polar on my right. I got on the treadmill and started running. The Polar is detected on the treadmill so I could see my heart rate on the display without looking at my wrist. Within three minutes my heart rate was over 170. For the first time since the end of January I became concerned. I stopped and took my pulse. My count was 110 – which is what the Polar said too. As soon as I stopped running it went from 170 to 110 in 10 seconds. The worst part – I did not feel it. Not at all. Still in denial I switched treadmills. Same thing – I only ran a total of 30 minutes and my heart rate went to 186. That is over three beats a second. I was breathing calmly, not sweating, and I could not feel it. 

 The next day I did an experiment. I ran on my treadmill at home with the Polar on and I brought my pulse oximeter that clips on to my finger. I started running very easy. Within three minutes my heart rate was over 170. The pulse oximeter recorded it too. It maxed at 186. I had the treadmill at 4.4 miles an hour. 

 I called my doctor that day. He is an athlete too. He asked me all the things I had already done. Did I change the battery? Is the strap old? Did I try a Polar instead of Garmin? It did not make sense. He was out of town for two days and asked that I not run, only swim and see what happens. The next day I swam and it maxed at 148. Good. Maybe something with the vertical oscillation was triggering my heart rate? The next day I swam. It went to 186. Stink. I called the doctor – it was a Friday. He wanted to see me on Monday. Sure I was open, I planned to take the day off – it was my birthday. 

 The next call was to my coach. We agreed it would be best to pull out of the marathon. My training was compromised enough. By this point I was not even upset. I want to get to the root of what is going on.  

Over the weekend I did an analysis of what had changed. Was it stress? Let’s see, the week before it started I began taking high doses of ibuprofen for an issue in my hand. I was also concerned it was arthritis. (Turns out it is not) The day after it started is when my kitchen renovation began. I also use my inhaler before every workout as a preventative measure for my exercise induced asthma. It is known to increase heart rate. I stopped using ibuprofen and the inhaler. 

 So on my 49th birthday I went to see my doctor and had a resting EKG. I was picture perfect. The next day I went for blood work – thyroid, electrolytes, and blood count. All were normal. On Thursday I had a stress test – my heart rate maxed at 164 and I felt it. The results were perfect – I am in great shape. So I figured it was the medicine and went back to my routine. 

 Then I ran outside on Sunday. A very easy pace and my heart rate went to 165 while running a 12:00 mile going downhill. How is this possible??  This time I was able to take my pulse count and it was in the 160’s. I did an analysis and the only thing different on Sunday from the day I did the stress test was caffeine. I was caffeine free for 24 hours before the test and had just finished a mug of coffee before heading out the door on Sunday. I am going to try caffeine free before runs and see if it changes. 

 I am perplexed though – I have been drinking coffee before workouts for years. The details show that it changed literally overnight. Stress does not help the situation, so I am focusing on things other than something is wrong. My support system is wonderful, once again I am reminded of how blessed I am to have the networks of friends that I do. The happiness makes my heart skip a beat – and lately that would be a good thing!


Never Say Never?

I am just shy of four weeks out from my next marathon. Back in October the idea of running an early Spring marathon sounded good. With the cold and snow we have had in Northeast Ohio this winter, I am questioning what I was thinking!

Treadmill runs to me are fine in the winter – for week day speed workouts or tempo runs. A few weeks ago I did something I never thought I could do – I ran 16 miles on my treadmill. My mind was as strained as my body when I finished. It was snowing and single digit temperatures outside. I had to get the distance in. The treadmill was the lesser of two evils that day. Fortunately this past weekend I “only” had a 12 mile long run and the weather cooperated – it felt great to run outside. This weekend I have an 18 mile run. Right now the forecast calls for snow but temperatures close to 30, I hope to get it in outside.

After my treadmill 16 mile run I posted my experience on social media saying “Never say never – I just ran 16 miles on a treadmill.” The responses I got were interesting. Some comments were encouraging words, some commented given the conditions it was a good choice, a few commiserated that they too had put in treadmill runs that day, and one friend ran 16 on her treadmill too! One friend did say never – he would never run that long on a treadmill. That same friend has been able to ride 3 hours on his bike trainer – something I question I could do.

More often than not I do think “Never say never” is appropriate. The older (or shall I say more experienced?) I get, the more this is true. I said I would never do another marathon after my fifth one. This next one will be my eighth. Actually number 6 was a February marathon and I said I would never train for a marathon through winter again – so much for that idea. After my first half iron distance triathlon I said I would never do another long course triathlon again. I have now done six.

My experience with running and triathlon has taught me so much about myself – what I truly am capable of, what limits I can surpass, as well as how to listen more closely to my body. And my mind for that matter. I am competitive in the sense I compete against myself to improve. Qualifying for the Boston Marathon or winning my age group is something I never will do do not expect to do. There are a few challenges that I have doubts about right now – mountain biking for one. What the future holds remains to be seen. What I do know is saying it is impossible I will never do.


Back to Blogging

While I may have taken a break from blogging, I haven’t taken a break from training. My experience at Chattanooga impacted me in many ways. It was disheartening, but it also strengthened my determination to improve on my abilities and possibly tackle the challenge again. So while I watch the big football game, I thought I would write and share what I have been up to the past four months.

On my drive home from Chattanooga I talked with my coach and discussed running a Spring marathon to work on my running. I chose the Shamrock Marathon in  Virginia Beach at the end of March. To test my progress I also registered for the Houston Half Marathon in January. Right before my training was to begin, I had mentioned to my coach that it had been a while since I had my VO2 max test done and thought of doing it again. I told him last time was in March of 2013 and it measured 55. I really didn’t know exactly what it indicated but I knew I ranked in the “very fit” category. My coach was quite surprised considering the pace I had been running. Apparently at that level I should be running much faster. Hmmm.

Running economy is where I must be lacking – as well as believing I am able. There is that word again – believe – a mantra I chose three years ago. I took the test again and it had dropped, but not by much – 47.5.  So my training began in mid November with a much more challenging plan to push me. Despite another mild ankle sprain and a terrible cold over Thanksgiving – and lots of snow – I have been running more than I have in a long time. It is tiring for sure, frustrating at times, and my toes are very angry with me. Thank goodness for dark colored toe nail polish!

I went to Houston a few weeks ago and ran the half marathon. A very dear friend lives there – who also happens to be a wicked fast runner. I stayed with her and her family and she paced with me the first two miles and last three of the race. It was a perfect day with temperatures ranging from 45-55 and sunny. Also the perfect flat course. I ran well and unfortunately missed a personal best by less than 3 minutes – an unavoidable potty break 5.5 miles in set me back. Yes, it happens..

My swimming has become my strongest sport. Go figure. For those who have read my blog since I started in 2012, you will know it was my worst and most challenging. I am thrilled with my progress and working on getting faster. Cycling – I need to work more on it. I will be honest. The plan right now is two workouts on the trainer a week until the marathon, then it will become more of a focus.

In addition to training, working, and family I have taken on a home improvement project. I am taking down walls to open up my kitchen and dining room creating my dream kitchen. It will take six to eight weeks (I hope not longer!) and I want to document the process. I have created a new blog to share the experience. If you are interested, I would like to invite you to follow the saga of my kitchen renovation at Making My Bitchin’ Kitchen. The title says it all, it will be – well – bitchin’ when it is finished! Getting it done will be a journey for sure.


Ironman Chattanooga – An Experience That Helped Me Find My Bootstraps

Last year I signed up to participate in the inaugural Ironman Chattanooga, actually getting in was a feat in itself. Registration to the public filled in the first five minutes. I was one of the few who got in in time along with a few friends. For the past 8 months I trained along side three other friends who also were racing. Two of my friends got through registration in time and my swim partner has her pro card and registered with the other female pro triathletes. I began February first with my coaching group who prepared me well. Training was long and hard – make no doubt about it. I consider myself blessed to be surrounded by an amazing group of friends to train with and skilled coaches to lead the way. The experience was incredibly enhanced by sharing the ups, downs, frustrations and successes with truly outstanding friends. My coaches made it a very personalized program. No cookie cutter training plan at all – tweaks were made weekly if not daily as I trained and raced along the way. I put in the hours, meters, and miles to get me to the start in Chattanooga on September 28th.

IMChoo, as it is nicknamed, brought a few curve balls to the tradition of Ironman. Since its inception on the island of Oahu, an “Ironman” is made up of a 2.4 mile swim, a 112 mile bike, and a 26.2 mile run. The distances total 140.6 miles – hence the many bumper stickers you may see simply stating “140.6” in an oval. The race begins at 7:00 AM and the athletes have until midnight to finish – 17 hours in total. You cross the finish line to hear your name called out followed by “YOU ARE AN IRONMAN!” World Triathlon Corporation (WTC) owns the Ironman brand. There are many “iron distance” races but only WTC claims the title of Ironman. A few weeks leading up to the race a few differences came to light. First – when we registered we agreed to a race of 16.5 hours, not the traditional 17 since it was later in the year and the sunrise is after 7 AM. I was in a hurry to get my registration complete in those first 5 minutes and must have missed that detail. Why the finish was not moved to 12:30, I do not know since it is just as dark then as it is at midnight, but that was the decision. The swim was scheduled to begin at 7:30 as a rolling start – so only the first in the water get the full 16.5 hours. Then another more critical issue arose. WTC was not able to get the authorization from all of the municipalities it needed to create the 112 mile bike course. Chattanooga is on the southern edge of Tennessee, the majority of the bike course went into the northern part of Georgia. In order to make the course work, it was 116 miles. Now it became a 144.6 mile course and 16.5 hours to finish. Quite a few athletes made issues on various social media sites. The week before the race the athletes were notified by WTC that the cutoff was extended to 12:15 to make up for the extra 4 miles. Now the athletes had from 16:45 to 16:05 to finish as WTC stated it should take approximately 40 minutes to get the athletes in the water.

With this being my first Ironman, I had anxiety going in. A longer course, shorter time, what did I get myself into? Then there was the weather forecast. The week and days leading up to race day the chance of rain would increase then back off. By race morning the chance of rain went from 60% down to practically no chance. One thing to help calm me – a little.

The morning of the race we learned the water temperature in the Tennessee River was 77 degrees. Wet suit legal cut off is 76.1. If I wanted to wear a wet suit I would have to go to the back of the line and be last in. My swim has become my strongest of the three and I had practiced the day before in a skin suit, which is legal, without a problem. The river current was strong and it was 2.4 miles down stream. I got in line probably in the first third of the line. There were 2,500 athletes so it was not easy to count where I was! One of my friends came to Tennessee to help out and she stayed with me in line as long as she could. She is an experienced triathlete and has done two Ironman races. Having her with me was such an encouragement. I was in the water at 7:39 – giving me 16:36 to make it to the finish line. I had a wonderful swim. I felt comfortable with my stroke, I could tell I was making good time, and I passed quite a few people. I exited the water in 59:55 – incredible, under an hour! My ability is good, but that current made my time great. In a still lake I would expect a time of 1:15 to 1:18. That is how fast the current was.

My first transition took me just over 15 minutes. I changed into actual bike shorts rather than wear a triathlon race short. The padding is thicker in bike shorts and comfort is key when cycling 116 miles. The bike is not my strongest but I had trained well on similar elevation gains as the race which gained approximately 4,300 feet in total. I use a power meter and my coach had gone over with me the power ranges to stay within. For the first 40 miles I was on target. The second 40 miles were a bit more challenging as the winds picked up just a bit and dark clouds began to move in. Then what was not forecast to happen, happened. Rain. Pouring rain and it became very cool for Chattanooga – about 63 degrees. So for the final 36 miles I rode in cold rain with wind. I came in to transition shivering with blue fingers, quivering lips and seriously doubting if I would be able to go on. As I went into transition I heard my two friends call out my name. I told them I didn’t think I could go on. I was soaking wet and cold. Then my friend who stayed in line with me that morning did an amazing thing. She literally gave me the shirt off her back and told me to get my ass out there and run. By the time I exited the second transition it was 5:13 PM. I had 7 hours and two minutes until 12:15 to finish.

The run began okay. The first 4 miles I was on plan with my pace. Then I began to get GI distress. Eating when I should was not easy. I was not taking in the calories I should have. I had been drinking an electrolyte mix during the bike and run, but as I realized later it was not as strong as it should have been. The water stops had Coke and I took advantage of it around mile 8 to help my stomach settle. Even then, I had difficulty swallowing food. By the halfway point I really was having a hard time stomaching food. I would chew and chew but couldn’t swallow. It was dark now on the course and the chicken broth came out at the stops. I could drink that. Not much in calories though. I kept an eye on the time. I was doing a run/walk combo. Around mile 19 two EMS guys stopped me to talk. They noticed my walk wasn’t the straitest. I wasn’t sweating much, but it was cool. They looked in my mouth and didn’t think I was dehydrated. I felt like my tongue was swollen and my speech reflected it. They asked me the typical questions – I knew my name, where I was, what I was doing. So they let me go. I was able to jog a bit and made it to the next stop around mile 20. Two more EMS guys approached me. I asked if the guys back a mile called them. One of the guys looked at me oddly and told me they were the same two people, they had driven behind me the entire mile. I was still standing and took in more chicken broth and went on.

As I went along the course from there I turned left to go up a steep hill, then turned right to be met by an official with WTC. She was stopping athletes and taking the timing chips off their ankles. She told me that at that point they were closing the course and not letting anyone beyond that point. It was 10:50 PM and at the 20.63 mile point. I had just over 5 miles to go. My watch race time was 15:14. I couldn’t believe it. I had covered 139.3 mile and it was over. The race was 16:45, I was 15:14 in, I had just over 5 miles to go. It was possible. But it didn’t happen.

My race watch at the end.

My race watch at the end.

It has been a week since the race. I have had time to process. In the 15 years I have been participating in running races and triathlons I had never DNF’d (did not finish) until this race. But I can still say I have never quit. They had to pull me from the course. Were there things I could have done to prevent it? Yes. I took way too long in transitions, there are things I could have done on the bike to improve my efficiency, and my nutrition was not optimal (in retrospect I think I had mild hyponatremia). I could blame the conditions. I could use the long course and short time as excuses. Nothing will change the outcome. I have built a strong base in my athletic ability. I have learned so much from the training experience as well as the race. My sister called me the day after the race and wasn’t surprised when I told her I want to do another Ironman next year. I still want to finish what I started. I know I can do it – I was out there over 15 hours and I basically covered the distance. I am going to pick myself up and go on. I found my bootstraps.

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Lo Batt


I was pleasantly surprised to receive and email that Chasing Fifty had blogged again. Check his blog out. He always finds a way to add inspiration!

Originally posted on Chasing Fifty:

Sunday morning I rolled out of bed after a mediocre night’s sleep and suited up for my weekly long run. I finished one cup of coffee (pre-run fuel), filled a water bottle, and headed out the door.  I pushed the power button on my Garmin 910 to start the sarellite sync and got an immediate “Lo Batt”  message, followed shortly by a blank screen.  No juice.  A good analogy for life in recent months.

When I was training for a triathlon in 2012, blogging about the experience was as much a part of my routine as running,cycling, and swimming.  Well, maybe not that much, but it was a daily activity that helped keep me focused.  It forced me to think objectively about how I was training.

After I finished my triathlon, I continued to train at a pretty intense level for an age grouper.  I also started working on my…

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My Most Meaningful Finisher’s Medal

Receiving a finisher’s medal has become very common lately. I have them from marathons, half iron distance triathlons, and even 5 mile races and sprint triathlons. On a wall in my guest room I have a row of teacup hooks cluttered with finisher’s medals. This past weekend I received another finisher’s medal and it is already hanging on one of the hooks – but it is by far my most meaningful medal.

Most readers familiar with this blog are aware I had a very challenging 2013 with a variety of health issues. Fortunately this year has been my comeback – I have stayed healthy and my training has gone very well. On Sunday June 1st I participated in Ironman Raleigh 70.3. This race was my fifth half iron distance, but first with the Ironman brand. Before I go into the race, I would like to share a few things leading up to it. First – while this was the first race with Ironman that I participated in, it was not the first time registering for an Ironman race. In 2002 I signed up for the inaugural Ironman Wisconsin – yes the full 140.6. I had also battled with bronchitis several times durning training. After finishing the Muncie Endurathon in July (which now is Ironman Muncie 70.3, but wasn’t at the time) my doctor, who also is a triathlete, strongly recommended pulling out of Wisconsin. My body was not recovering well and it could cause more damage. I followed doctor’s orders and pulled out of the race. Last year I registered for Ironman Syracuse 70.3 and with all of my health issues once again I pulled out. I try not to be superstitious, but I can not deny I had trepidations going into Raleigh – was this going to be the year I actually earned an Ironman brand finisher’s medal?

Second – my training leading up to this race was solid. My coaches prepared me very well. I am swimming faster than ever and my run has improved quite a bit as well. My bike is improving – gaining strength there after all I have been through is taking a while. I caught myself a few times when answering my friends’ questions of how did I think I would do in Raleigh. I wanted to say I am sure I would set a personal record – instead I would answer that I have it in me to PR barring any unexpected events.

Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so intuitive.

I chose Raleigh for a race venue after a friendly challenge with fellow blogger IowaTriBob. We picked a race location we both could drive to and race. I also have family and friends in the area and knew it would be a fun weekend. On Saturday morning I went to the athlete meeting – the race is point to point with two transitions so I wanted to make sure any questions of logistics were answered. Sitting in the meeting I thought to myself that I finally made it, I was going to finish an Ironman sponsored race. After the meeting I drove my bike out to the lake to set it up at T1 (transition 1). I planned to ride a short ride to make sure all worked well and get my legs going. After a 9 hour drive down the day before, my back was tight and I also wanted to make sure it felt good. It did. Before setting up my bike, I went for a quick shakeout run. Jordan Lake was the swim venue and the access road leading to where transition was set up was narrow with no shoulder. Many triathletes were cycling and running along the road as cars, trucks, and SUVs drove in to set up as well. I ran along the left side of the road and a larger SUV was driving toward me – it became apparent the driver was not going to move over and I didn’t want to get hit by the side mirror – so I stepped a bit to the left and my left foot came down on the edge of the asphalt. I rolled my left ankle, scraped my right knee as I fell, and heard that noise I so dread – pop. I knew I sprained my ankle. The same ankle I sprained rather severely two years ago. This time it was much more mild, but it was still a sprain.

I called my coaches for advice, I texted and called friends for encouragement and prayers. In a snap – literally – my expectations changed from wanting to PR to wanting to finish. My coaches helped talk me through it – I decided to swim and ride for sure and see how I felt when it came time for the run. I could put full weight on the ankle so I knew I could stay upright without issue, how much pain I could tolerate was going to be the test.

Race day – since my perspective changed I was very calm. Just get through this was my focus. Fortunately the water temperature was 75.6 degrees – below the 76.1 cut off for wetsuits. My wetsuit helped me a lot. During my practice swim that morning I felt a little strain sometimes when I kicked. During the swim leg of the race I didn’t kick as strong as I had planned and the wetsuit compensated with buoyancy. My swim went incredibly well – I swam the 1.2 miles in 40:24. I had originally wanted to break 40 minutes but with little kicking, I was very pleased. I also was 32 out of 102 women in my wave. Top third!!

I took my time in transition. The plan was to wear full compression socks for added support on my ankle. Walking and not running, I got to my bike, dried off and put on the socks and my bike gear. The bike course was hilly – most of the time I didn’t feel any strain on my ankle. I know I was more cautious climbing the hills than I would have been had I not had the injury. After 56 miles I entered T2 about 20 minutes slower than I had hoped, but I made it through. Again – I took my time getting my run gear together. I needed the time not only to be gentle on my ankle but also on my mind. I was about to exit transition with a sprained ankle and attempt to run 13.1 miles. I left not knowing for sure if I was going to finish.

On the run I paced myself. The first mile went much better than I expected. I ran without much pain and would walk 15 seconds every several minutes. Just before mile 2 the pain became sharper. From mile 2 through mile 5 I came close to pulling out three times. I would do a pain assessment – it hurt but I asked myself how bad? With all I went through with my health problems last year, I experienced a lot of pain. So much that there actually was one day I was not sure if I would survive the day. But I did. That day taught me I can endure far more than I used to think. My ankle pain was probably a 1 on a scale of 10 with my past experience hitting a 9. I can run/walk through that level of pain. The run course was also very hilly and a double loop. At mile 6.5 I made the turn and knew two things – 1) I had 6.5 more miles of hills ahead to cover and 2) I was going to finish regardless of how long it took. I wanted the finisher’s medal. My coach had asked me the day before how important a finisher’s medal was to me – I told him I am not that big on medals, I have many. On race day with 6.5 miles left my perspective changed. That finisher’s medal represents accomplishing a very difficult race (even when injury free) and my triumph over not completing an Ironman event.

I crossed the finish line and was thrilled to have the finisher’s medal placed over my head. I cried. Instead of a PR, I was 48 seconds faster than Muncie – my slowest half iron triathlon. My fifth 70.3 – my true Half Ironman – was my second slowest and most meaningful. With prayer, encouragement, and trusting in my training – physical as well as mental – I accomplished something I had doubted was possible that morning. Yes, all things are possible.



Cycling and Why I Choose Not to Race.


I know I have not written in a while! It is only because I am very busy training. I promise to have a post up within the week. In the mean time I want to share the post my friend Jim at Fit Recovery wrote today. I race running races and triathlons because I love – and I mean LOVE – the training. The race goals keep me honest to my training plan. I also am a very average age grouper – winning isn’t my goal. (Finishing in the top 50% is awesome for me!) Jim is a talented cyclist who could podium in cycling races. But he choses not to race. He loves the sport and wants to ENJOY the process. Here is his view, in his own words. Please take a few minutes to read, he is inspiring on and off the bike.

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One of the kids who works at the bike shop and who is working on his pro card invited me to compete in a local mountain bike race a couple of weeks ago that was to be held at my favorite single-track. I can pretty much fly on it, especially through the climbs. He asked my time on an average circuit and said that I’d have a good shot at the podium based on that time. He added that I probably wouldn’t win but second or third was definitely possible. His dad races with him and we’re in the same age group so he pays attention to the winning times.

I passed.

I am an okay road cyclist, some say pretty good, and if I gave it some serious effort I could probably race my road bike and win too…

Here’s the problem: I love cycling, a lot more than beating people. I…

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