<?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-1896821731648894723</id><updated>2011-12-02T16:54:29.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What line?</title><subtitle type='html'>Keeping the synapses firing, by trying to make sense of the world through ranting.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularmishaps.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896821731648894723/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularmishaps.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ines Tucakovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07489898723731605188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tEJ2mGb_AI4/SDRx5HXhi_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/q0SuGZMxU_E/S220/n143700402_30190950_5749.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896821731648894723.post-5029182748083506943</id><published>2011-04-21T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T22:29:32.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being minimalistic is key.</title><content type='html'>Wow, 2 months... to the day! It's been 2 WHOLE MONTHS since I've posted&lt;br /&gt;anything... yikes. I'm getting better, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make this post short and simple. I've decided to join the minimalist running&lt;br /&gt;movement! After watching many of those around me slip into their Vibram running&lt;br /&gt;shoes and talk endlessly about how great they are and how they prevent various&lt;br /&gt;injuries... I had to check it out myself. Lucky for me, two weekends ago REI was&lt;br /&gt;hosting a Running Shoe expo and they had the latest and greatest out on display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be completely honest with you, I'm not a fan (at all) of how the Vibram 5&lt;br /&gt;Fingers look. Simply put, they're hideous. I'm sorry Vibram, but the truth is the&lt;br /&gt;truth. You can only wear them semi-normally while running. If you wear them&lt;br /&gt;with anything else, they look absolutely ridiculous. Nonetheless, I tried a pair on&lt;br /&gt;and they &lt;b&gt;felt&lt;/b&gt; amazing. Like they belonged on my feet and that I was born to&lt;br /&gt;run in them. Still, I couldn't get over the look of them on my feet... I looked even&lt;br /&gt;more freakish because I tried the black ones. No bueno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter Merrell Women's Pace Glove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's everything I've ever wanted in a running shoe and more. Super comfortable&lt;br /&gt;(they have the patented Vibram sole so the minimalist idea is the same), mesh&lt;br /&gt;cloth design to allow for breathing and easy drying and a microfiber footbed&lt;br /&gt;that's treated with antibacterial solution to prevent odors. I can sit here all day&lt;br /&gt;and talk about them, but you can just read all the awesome specs here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_281059811"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merrell.com/US/en-US/Product.mvc.aspx/22877W/0/Womens/Barefoot-Pace-Glove?dimensions=0"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RUNNING AMAZINGNESS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they were on, I didn't want to take them off. I don't think the Merrell&lt;br /&gt;representative appreciated that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0T2x_AkqA-Q/TbEKwTzRusI/AAAAAAAAAW4/otO5tjceVa0/s1600/219199_218618451488704_100000216522734_1005334_3446764_o%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0T2x_AkqA-Q/TbEKwTzRusI/AAAAAAAAAW4/otO5tjceVa0/s320/219199_218618451488704_100000216522734_1005334_3446764_o%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have just run off with them on. :) I decided to be a good sport and finally&lt;br /&gt;take them off and put in an order for a pair of my own. $75 dollars later (thank god&lt;br /&gt;for my 20% member coupon + dividend) I was ready to hit the pavement in&lt;br /&gt;minimalistic style! However, I didn't just want to jump into running with these babies...&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to wear them around for a few days so my feet could get adjusted first.&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I did for a few days this week and then last night I just went outside&lt;br /&gt;and ran... and kept running... and running. It sounds like forever, but it was actually&lt;br /&gt;just 4 miles. It was GLORIOUS. Absolutely no IT band problems and I felt like I&lt;br /&gt;could have kept going forever. It was soooooo good to feel like that again. I miss(ed)&lt;br /&gt;that the most about running. The freedom from everything and the &lt;b&gt;ability&lt;/b&gt; to run&lt;br /&gt;injury free. I thought I shed a few tears of joy but it was actually just rain. :) I'm not&lt;br /&gt;going to count my chickens before they hatch, but I'm already in love with these&lt;br /&gt;shoes and am looking forward to logging some serious miles with them in the&lt;br /&gt;upcoming weeks. Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896821731648894723-5029182748083506943?l=cellularmishaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularmishaps.blogspot.com/feeds/5029182748083506943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896821731648894723&amp;postID=5029182748083506943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896821731648894723/posts/default/5029182748083506943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896821731648894723/posts/default/5029182748083506943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularmishaps.blogspot.com/2011/04/being-minimalistic-is-key.html' title='Being minimalistic is key.'/><author><name>Ines Tucakovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07489898723731605188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tEJ2mGb_AI4/SDRx5HXhi_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/q0SuGZMxU_E/S220/n143700402_30190950_5749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0T2x_AkqA-Q/TbEKwTzRusI/AAAAAAAAAW4/otO5tjceVa0/s72-c/219199_218618451488704_100000216522734_1005334_3446764_o%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896821731648894723.post-7126061133518453905</id><published>2011-02-21T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T16:07:03.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I suck at this.</title><content type='html'>There was once a time when I was religious about posting to my blog. This was years and years&lt;br /&gt;ago, (I was doing the blog thing before it was "in") and it was both good and bad. It was good in&lt;br /&gt;the sense that I was writing EVERYTHING out and it was a good way to stay connected to&lt;br /&gt;friends near and far. It was bad in the sense that ... I was writing EVERYTHING and a lot of my&lt;br /&gt;posts sounded like verbal diarrhea (hey, I was young and needed an outlet). However, at least I&lt;br /&gt;was doing it consistently which is more than I can say for my writing these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also decided that I might be bipolar. :) My last post was so motivational (at least, in part,&lt;br /&gt;to me) and I was so excited to go and sign up for the 1/2 marathon in Vancouver, B.C... and in&lt;br /&gt;less than 2 months I'm beginning to question whether or not I want to do it. I haven't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;completely&lt;/b&gt; changed my mind, but there are some serious doubts that are beginning to lay their&lt;br /&gt;foundations in my head. It's not like me to give up so easily, but I have to be honest with&lt;br /&gt;myself... and sometimes honesty hurts. Can I &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; do this? It sounds so ridiculous when I&lt;br /&gt;say it out loud but it's what I ask myself every time that I set out for a run and it's what I've&lt;br /&gt;been thinking about for the past 2+ weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Valentines Day weekend, a few friends and I ran the "Love 'em or Leave 'em" 5k dash&lt;br /&gt;around Greenlake located in Seattle. Okay, that's a lie. I ran by myself because there were&lt;br /&gt;3000+ people at the race and I couldn't find my friends until &lt;b&gt;after&lt;/b&gt; the race. I thought it would&lt;br /&gt;be easy to find the girls since we agreed to wear ridiculous thigh-high socks, but apparently we&lt;br /&gt;were not the only ones that had that brilliant idea. Translation = copious amounts of ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;socks, costumes, pink tutus and everything else awesome that comes in red, pink and white.&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, I put on my ipod, counted down with the crowd and started the race. A 5k is&lt;br /&gt;3.1 miles which is exactly the distance around the lake (although, just looking at the lake one&lt;br /&gt;would think it was actually 10 miles), so that visual was not a good way to start my run. It felt&lt;br /&gt;like I was already defeated. Really? I have to run around the whole lake?? I must have had a&lt;br /&gt;good start and pace because around mile 2, I literally broke down. I started crying. It felt&lt;br /&gt;harder than it needed to and all I could think about was the pain I was experiencing in my&lt;br /&gt;calves, IT band, stomach, shoulder, etc. I was so frustrated, and the only thing I could do was&lt;br /&gt;cry it out, because there was no way I was going to &lt;b&gt;stop&lt;/b&gt; running... it's only 3.1 miles!! Just&lt;br /&gt;when I thought I was going to die from everything extreme, I approached the "Tunnel of Love"&lt;br /&gt;and I knew that the finish line was just around the corner. I dried my eyes, rolled up my sleeves&lt;br /&gt;and blasted my ipod. I picked up speed with each second of Justin Bieber's "Baby" and passed&lt;br /&gt;people that had rolled by me earlier. It felt good to catch up to them (that's my competitive&lt;br /&gt;spirit kicking in) and go sprinting by. I pushed a little harder towards the finish and passed the&lt;br /&gt;2 girls that had been kicking my ass earlier, and did a small fist pump in my head. It was over,&lt;br /&gt;and I couldn't be happier. It would be a while before they posted the times, so I just tried to&lt;br /&gt;focus on finding my peeps so we could get our brunch on. I was in full starvation mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we connected and did a photo op: (I'm in the middle, Kristen on the left, Caitie on the right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hpOdxgzGxFg/TWNPY56NPmI/AAAAAAAAAV0/dRtgUMMOiZU/s1600/182469_565924830390_44900316_32679691_5223000_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hpOdxgzGxFg/TWNPY56NPmI/AAAAAAAAAV0/dRtgUMMOiZU/s320/182469_565924830390_44900316_32679691_5223000_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hot right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the times and race stats were posted. My time was 24:03, with 7:46 miles. I&lt;br /&gt;was the 98th girl out of 1673 females. No wonder I was in pain! Uhm, that's a bit faster&lt;br /&gt;than what I was training (8:20 miles)... whoops. Oh well, it felt good to shave off more than&lt;br /&gt;a minute off of my 5k PR. Congrats also to Kristen and Caitie on their times! They crossed&lt;br /&gt;the finish line, holding hands as team Cupid's Angels. I think that's so sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after learning of my good 5k time, I was still thinking about the struggles I go through&lt;br /&gt;when I run/race. I'm not saying that I'm constantly thinking about pain and despair and how&lt;br /&gt;much its currently sucking to run; I often have amazing runs, when all I want to do is keep&lt;br /&gt;going... but those mostly happen when I'm alone on the pavement (well, I've got Gaga, Katy&lt;br /&gt;Perry, Rihanna, Passion Pit and a bunch of others with me to party), just de-stressing and&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;winding my day down. I don't really think about my pace, or distance... I just run until I've&lt;br /&gt;either worked out the problem or my body kindly tells me to stop. That's the epiphany I had&lt;br /&gt;while chowing down on my delicious avocado scramble and roasted corn-cakes at 5-Spot&lt;br /&gt;with the crew. The environment on race day gives me a mini panic attack. I'm surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;all of these people checking their watches to make sure they're on pace, I get stressed out&lt;br /&gt;when people that look like they shouldn't be passing me... pass me, and I eventually end up&lt;br /&gt;running much faster than I normally would. That last bit isn't anything bad but it does cause&lt;br /&gt;mid-race meltdowns. :) So, I guess I'm asking myself why I sign up for these races? What's&lt;br /&gt;the point? Why do I need to sign up for the Vancouver 1/2 marathon? Just to prove to myself&lt;br /&gt;I can run the mileage? If I wanted to do that, I would just lace up my shoes and go for a nice&lt;br /&gt;13.1 mile run. I guess I don't have the answer to that question yet, and it's why I'm holding off&lt;br /&gt;my registration to the 1/2 marathon in Vancouver, BC. Besides, $75 is a lot of dough to pay&lt;br /&gt;for potentially a lot of frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm all registered for the St. Paddy's Dash in Seattle and I couldn't be more excited!&lt;br /&gt;Weird mileage (slightly more than a 5k) and BEER! I've got to put together my green outfit.&lt;br /&gt;Also, Verns Ultimate Frisbee is back, which means Inez will be about 1000x happier on&lt;br /&gt;Friday nights. TIME TO LAYOUT ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896821731648894723-7126061133518453905?l=cellularmishaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularmishaps.blogspot.com/feeds/7126061133518453905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896821731648894723&amp;postID=7126061133518453905' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896821731648894723/posts/default/7126061133518453905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896821731648894723/posts/default/7126061133518453905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularmishaps.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-suck-at-this.html' title='I suck at this.'/><author><name>Ines Tucakovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07489898723731605188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tEJ2mGb_AI4/SDRx5HXhi_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/q0SuGZMxU_E/S220/n143700402_30190950_5749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hpOdxgzGxFg/TWNPY56NPmI/AAAAAAAAAV0/dRtgUMMOiZU/s72-c/182469_565924830390_44900316_32679691_5223000_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896821731648894723.post-7353550817842290645</id><published>2010-12-16T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T14:34:57.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing it Right.</title><content type='html'>Whoa nelly! It's definitely been a while since I've written on this blog... whoops.&lt;br /&gt;Well, allow me to jump right in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year around this time I had decided that I was going to run the Vancouver&lt;br /&gt;1/2 marathon, located in Vancouver, British Columbia. It was in May of 2010&lt;br /&gt;which meant I had plenty of time to train for the run and get myself psyched up&lt;br /&gt;for it (even though I was already giddy inside!) and get prepared. Running during&lt;br /&gt;January was a little slow because I was shaking off the cobwebs from Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;and Christmas and it was freezing outside. Things started to pick up around&lt;br /&gt;February, as my running soul mate Kristen and I started running more frequently&lt;br /&gt;and we were adding mileage to our runs. Nothing too serious yet, but we were&lt;br /&gt;running 4+ miles comfortably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my iliotibial (IT) band struck. For those of you unfamiliar with the IT band, just&lt;br /&gt;Google it, and you'll be introduced to the myriad of information that exists on this little&lt;br /&gt;(but really big) guy. The pain came with no warning either; it just happened during a&lt;br /&gt;routine 3 miler on a treadmill. I was about 2 miles in and had found my stride when all&lt;br /&gt;of a sudden a sharp pain hit me on the side of my right knee, and it shot up my entire&lt;br /&gt;hamstring. It was enough to make me cry out in pain and abruptly stop running. Being&lt;br /&gt;as stubborn as I am and thinking it was nothing serious I tried to shake it off by&lt;br /&gt;continuing to run for another mile or so. Worst. idea. ever. I had never experienced pain&lt;br /&gt;like that... it literally felt like my patella was falling off and my muscles were just tearing&lt;br /&gt;left and right. So I swallowed my pride (actually, I banged the treadmill STOP button in&lt;br /&gt;tearful frustration) and hobbled off the treadmill, crying like a little girl. Something was&lt;br /&gt;wrong. Pain like that wasn't normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make this long story short, there were a lot of things that brought on this intense pain&lt;br /&gt;in my IT band. The main issue was that I have really high arches and I supernate a lot&lt;br /&gt;while I run. This was news to me because since I'm naturally a sprinter, I've never had&lt;br /&gt;to deal with this situation before. I ordered some new shoes to correct that problem&lt;br /&gt;(and also the shoes I was using to run were 4 years old... yikes), but the pain in my IT&lt;br /&gt;band wasn't going away. I was pushing myself too much too fast. When training to run&lt;br /&gt;a long(er) distance like that, you gradually have to work yourself up to it. I was getting&lt;br /&gt;bored and cocky with 2-3 milers so I started jumping miles ahead of schedule and&lt;br /&gt;invariably I got hurt. I was instructed to stay away from running for at least a month, and&lt;br /&gt;to nurture my leg. Training was done. Running the 1/2 marathon was no longer an&lt;br /&gt;option. I had screwed things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not this time. I'm doing it right. I'm going to run (yes, GOING TO RUN!) the Vancouver&lt;br /&gt;1/2 marathon on May 1st, 2011 and I'm going to train the correct way. I'll run the miles&lt;br /&gt;according to schedule even if I'm puking boredom. Plus, I'll have the support of Ms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Forseth herself to help me along the way. :) Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896821731648894723-7353550817842290645?l=cellularmishaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularmishaps.blogspot.com/feeds/7353550817842290645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896821731648894723&amp;postID=7353550817842290645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896821731648894723/posts/default/7353550817842290645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896821731648894723/posts/default/7353550817842290645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularmishaps.blogspot.com/2010/12/doing-it-right.html' title='Doing it Right.'/><author><name>Ines Tucakovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07489898723731605188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tEJ2mGb_AI4/SDRx5HXhi_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/q0SuGZMxU_E/S220/n143700402_30190950_5749.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896821731648894723.post-572206409699479095</id><published>2010-03-07T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:56:04.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sretan Rodjendan J.</title><content type='html'>Today is my J.'s birthday. There are many ways to say you love someone... but &lt;br /&gt;what if you MORE than just love them? How do you express those thoughts, &lt;br /&gt;feelings, dreams and inspirations? I feel like for J. the simple and standard "I&lt;br /&gt;love you" simply won't do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... (bear with the sapiness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're with me, the wind moves my hair differently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a priviledge being your tiny dancer, and to be held so closely and ever so &lt;br /&gt;gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new day with you can't start soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If reincarnation is real, I want to come back as your upper lip. So soft and full &lt;br /&gt;of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine was created for you and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're absolutely uncomparable to anyone else on this Earth, whether I've met &lt;br /&gt;them or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to many more birthdays, adventures, dreams, sunny days and lazy &lt;br /&gt;afternoon naps. 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