Archive for March, 2009

March 26, 2009

Half-marathon training: Day 25

You know how sometimes, when you get sick, and then you think you’re getting better, you actually get worse? Yeah. That happened to me today. I feel like I’m wearing a headband of pain, and movement only makes it throb more – not to mention the congestion of every orifice in my head. (How can your mouth be congested? I feel like mine is.)

But I was hell-bent on sticking to my training plan. See, I’m doing Hal Higdon’s workouts, but within any given week I jumble them up based on how I’m feeling that day. Since I already used my rest day this week, I had to go with my 2.0 miler. I mean, anyone can do 2 miles without whining, right?

Wrong.

I took this pic right before heading out for my workout and the little kid you see there actually PASSED me on her tricycle.

I took this pic right before heading out for my workout and the little kid you see there actually PASSED me on her 18-inch-tall, pink, training-wheeled, beribboned bicycle.

The whole thing took me 27 minutes (you do the math – most of the time I was walking) and my head felt like it was about to split open. Even the fact that I was outside didn’t help.

However, there WAS a silver-lining (and also a reason to be glad I worked out). About 30 school kids were having their P.E. class on the field and I got to watch them and remember how much fun physical activity used to be for me. In fact, it wasn’t even “physical activity” or “working out” when I was little – it was just playing.

Is it creepy to take super zoomed-in spy pictures of people across the street from my condo? No? Didn't think so.

Is it creepy to take super zoomed-in spy pictures of people across the street from my condo? No? Didn't think so.

As I heard their laughter drifting across the field, I got a little wistful for my own childhood, when I BEGGED my parents to let me go outside to run around and ride my bike. I envied my neighbors with their giant trampoline where we would spend hours bouncing in the air and giggling with each other. Sitting around all day was, for me, torture (in fact, it was called “being grounded”). Why did that change? I don’t really have a good answer, but I do think that I’d like to add another goal to my training plan: I want to be excited about playing (a.k.a. working out) again. Even if it’s just one workout a week, I want to be happy to be running and jumping around. I have no clue how to do this; maybe I’ll make Dave come and play tag with me…? Anyway, I must say thanks to those kids for reminding me of how I used to regard physical activity. I’m going to chew on this and come up with some ideas. Your insight in this quest for an immature outlook on life will be much appreciated.

Do you remember what it was like when you were little? Do you still experience the same excitement when you get to go outside and run/cycle/swim/walk?

March 26, 2009

How Wiggs got her groove back: Part Uno

We’ll consider this a prologue to the series of posts I plan on writing about how I went from this:

Actually, this is better than I currently look because I've since gained 7 friggin pounds.

Actually, this is better than I currently look because I've since gained 7 friggin pounds.

…to this:

That's me on the right, just before my last race of my swimming career in 2006. Can you believe that I hated my body back then? Gah, Wiggs. Figure it out.

That's me on the right, just before my last race of my swimming career in 2006. Can you believe that I hated my body back then? Gah, Wiggs. Figure it out.

I’m not there yet (clearly). But I figure that by writing this prologue, in which I outline my plan of attack, I’ll have more success staying committed to what I’m doing.

I’m about to get real, people. REAL.

March 25, 2009

Half-marathon training: Day 24

I woke up this morning, and it was like nature heard me saying that I was going to turn over a new leaf! The trees that have been totally barren and dead-looking since last November sprouted blooms overnight.

And it's only going to get prettier...(OR ELSE)

And it's only going to get prettier...(OR ELSE)

You can’t tell from the photo, but the skies were bright blue, too.

March 25, 2009

A flippin’ sweet game, invented by WIGGS-n-DAVE!!

I couldn’t let that Debbie Downer post be the last thing I wrote tonight…so here, for your entertainment, is a game that Dave and I invented. And it. Is. Awesome. If I’m ever asked to train people in negotiation (and let’s be honest, that’ll probably happen because I’m GREAT at bargaining), this will be the FIRST thing I make my students do.

What’s this, you ask?

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Well, I’ll tell you:

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March 25, 2009

Half-marathon training: Day 23

Hopefully I'll have this much energy again soon!

Hopefully I'll have this much energy again soon!

Oh man, guys. I finally had to give into my body. The Death still has me in its chokehold, so I was forced to take my rest day today. I’m hoping that I can just have this be my day off for the week and avoid missing any workouts…but wow, I’ve rarely had a sickness keep me from training for anything. It sucks! Also, I jumped on the scale this morning to see if my 21 days of training had any effect yet…and even MORE bad news: I gained about 7 pounds and 1.5% body fat! I guess this is sort of a wakeup call for me: I need to keep a closer eye on what & how much I eat. And while we’re having a pity-party (pull out your teeny tiny violins, people) my final hope for business school was dashed on the rocks of despair today. (The short story on that is: I was wait-listed at the #1 program in the country, and given my relative youth and the amazing applicant-pool this year, I was lucky to even get as far as I did. I’m not surprised that I didn’t get in, but I was really excited about going back to school this fall.)

Man, it’s like clockwork: I turned 25 and automatically gained weight, got sick, and had a quarter-life crisis!

So. Today was my day to wallow. I moped around and watched t.v. and blew my nose and hacked up my right lung, but tomorrow I’m turning over a new leaf. I’m getting back on the horse. When I start to feel sad about business school, I’m going to channel it into running. When my Dayquil wears off, I’m going to take my booty to the kitchen and make myself a healthy, nutritious treat like green tea or warm applesauce and almond butter. When I start to fret about my weight, I’ll look in the mirror and give myself a compliment, even if it’s about something small. I refuse to let these setbacks change my attitude or my motivation.

I’ve got some fun recipes coming up this week, as well as a plan of attack for my diet and for getting over this crud – so stay tuned! In the meantime, thank you all for the support so far. Knowing that I’m sharing this journey with so many of you is keeping me from sinking into some lame, Dunkin’ Donuts-fueled, doldrummy blob.

How do you keep yourself upbeat when the going gets tough? Do you have any routines or techniques that keep you holding your head high?

Annnnnnd so ends my whining.

March 24, 2009

Half-marathon training: Day 22

Hi peeps – this has to be a short ‘un because I’m dead-Wiggs-walking, but here’s my day in a nutshell: still feel like doodie, but Molly came and did upper body strength training + abs with me in the weight room. Also today is my birthday! So there’s really no recap for you other than to say that a 25-year-old working out is about the same as a 24-year-old. But check back tomorrow for some lovely updates, pictures, and possibly a Wiggs-special (what is a Wiggs-special, you ask? Well, you’ll just have to wait and see).

March 23, 2009

Anyone heard about this new-fangled “sleep diet”?

I first heard about this on The Girls Next Door (which is a GREAT show to watch if you want to have a healthy body-image…nothing like a bunch of trussed-up bimbos with nothing better to do than perfect their tans and get boob jobs). One of them – I believe it was Kendra Wilkinson – said something along the lines of: “The sleep diet is easy! Every time you feel hungry, just go to sleep for a while, and then when you wake up, you won’t be hungry anymore!” That show is amazing. You can’t make this stuff up.

The only guaranteed way to get me to sleep is to feed me...this is me after my second Thanksgiving dinner this year. Note the double-chin that grew between meals 1 and 2.

A guaranteed way to get me to sleep is to feed me...this is me after my second Thanksgiving dinner this year. Note the double-chin that grew between meals 1 and 2.

So it turns out, though, that the Sleep Diet is actually a real thing, with some convincing-sounding and hard-to-pronounce scientific theory to back it up.

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March 23, 2009

Half-marathon training: Day 21

Wow, I’m so sorry I’ve been in hiding for the past couple of days. The truth is that I, like so many people of late, have succumbed to the Death. My sinuses are clogged, my throat is painfully sore, my temperature is high, and I feel drunk without the benefits of being uninhibited enough to think I’m a good dancer. Thus, here’s how my 3-mile run went this morning.

This is me just over half-way into the run

This is me just over half-way into the run...even that sprightly older gentleman in the background had more energy than me.

Poor Dave tried his hardest to cuddle me into a good mood, but it wasn't taking.

Poor Dave tried his hardest to cuddle me into a good mood, but it wasn't taking.

For posterity, I’ve decided to give you the anatomy of a terrible workout (maybe you’ll learn from my mistake):

March 21, 2009

Half-marathon training: Day 20

Oh man you guys, today was BY FAR the best workout I’ve had! The weather was vomitously gorgeous, I was feeling excited, and I got to go with three of my most favorite people in the world. We were like a herd of awesome.

Jesse, Dave, and Molly who were nice enough to let me be the lowest common denominator (LCD), speed-wise

Jesse, Dave, and Molly who were nice enough to let me be the lowest common denominator (LCD), speed-wise

Dave and Jesse were particularly happy to be working out.

BOOYA

BOOYA

I can’t believe what a difference it makes to work out in a group! You’d think I would have figured that out earlier, since I’ve only ever been on sports teams. But it’s not the same when you’re on swimteam, because you can’t talk and laugh and sing at each other when your face is in the water. You can, however, pee in the pool, so I guess that’s what sets swimming apart from running. We ended up going about four miles (long run for the week: CHECK), broken up by a tour through Navy Pier.

This is actually the beer garden...but shhhh let's just pretend it's a pretty picture of a place where everyone keeps their morals intact...

This is actually the beer garden...but shhhh let's just pretend it's a pretty picture of a place where everyone keeps their morals intact...

The weather was ah-may-zing

The weather was ah-may-zing

Dave got into some mischief with the fountains in the greenhouse

Dave got into some mischief with the fountains in the greenhouse

So, my reason for being glad today is a no-brainer – I was blessed to be joined by dear friends who turned a hard (for me) workout into a fun day. Also I almost got killed by a bicyclist, so apparently the theme of this week’s workouts is near-death experiences.

Also, I ran into a couple of Dave’s relatives.

HAHA CANADIAN GEESE DO YOU GET IT??!?!

HAHA CANADIAN GEESE DO YOU GET IT??!?!

March 21, 2009

Half-marathon training: Day 19

Okay, people, full disclosure: I am definitely still a little loopy from the medication I have to take when I go on airplanes. So…apologies.

Today, not surprisingly, was a day of rest for this little Wiglet. I woke up at 7am to finish my taxes and have a lovely goodbye breakfast with my parents, and then I headed to the ferry and began the trek to Chicago. The stomach-butterflies kicked in about halfway through my ferry-ride, and by the time I met my friends Jesse and Molly (who flew to Chicago with me and now they’re staying here!!! WOOOOOOO!!!), I was in full-fledged fight or flight mode. Every little noise or bump made the adrenaline course down my limbs, causing my extremities to tingle with an overwhelming desire to simultaneously flee for my life and deck someone with my pint-sized fist.

This is a picture I took of Molly and Jesse while they were on the train with me from the airport. I left it blurry because it's a pretty accurate depiction of how I was seeing the world by this time.

This is a picture I took of Molly and Jesse while they were on the train with me from the airport. I left it blurry because it's a pretty accurate depiction of how I was seeing the world by this time.

Here are the rest of my medicated ramblings…boy oh boy, my brain feels like cotton.