February 7, 2010
I can’t think of a proper metaphor to use as my way to say that I signed up for yet another half-marathon. I say “yet another” because in the past two years, I’ve signed up for three halfs and have only run one of them. So…I’d say chances are 50-50 that I’ll actually run it. Luckily, I have some amazing support, and I’ll be joined by a lovely friend-slash-bloggista. Oh, and did I mention the course? Gorge. I’d be crazy to chicken out of this one.
In other sad news, I was rejected from my dream-job…so if there’s anyone out there looking for a brand manager/marketing MBA intern this summer, hit me up. Seriously. I’m free.
June 27, 2009
Tomorrow is the half-marathon I’ve been training for. Dave and I went to the Expo today to pick up our numbers and stuff our faces with free food samples. It was awesome. And crowded.
I know that I haven’t been updating you people on my training; that’s because it’s become so routine for me that I didn’t want to bore you by writing about yet ANOTHER 5-mile run. In sum, for the past month or so, I’ve been running about 3-5 miles twice weekly, cross-training twice weekly, and going for a long (10-12 mile) run each Saturday. See, that would have been boring to read about.
That’s me with my goodie bag. I pretty much put that buff poster model to shame, don’t you agree? After Dave took this picture, he steered me over to the sample booths and convinced me to grab like five samples of everything and stuff them in my bag for the race tomorrow. Was that ethical? No. Clever? Yes.
It’s strange to think that tomorrow I’ll run my first half-marathon race. Strangely, I don’t feel that worried or nervous about it. I think that a HUGE part of this is that I’ve run 13 miles twice so far in my training program – so I know I can do it without having to stop. The only thing that might throw me off is the hills – I’m just hoping my knees hold up.
Thank you so much, my lovely friends, for reading and commenting and giving me tons of awesome advice. Four months ago I would have laughed right in your face if you had told me I’d be able to run a whole half marathon. Then I would have said mean things about you behind your back and made out with your boyfriend. That’s how ridonk I would have thought you were.
So I’m proud of myself, and I’m totes grateful for all of your support. Dave will be running the whole thing next to me and he has promised to bring the camera…so get ready for some hilarious shots of me huffing from Tukwila up to downtown Seattle. It should be pretty great.
June 7, 2009
I’ve been training for this half-marathon shizz for so long that I was sick of being worried over the distance…so I went ahead and ran a full half-marathon today. Crazy? Maybe. But now at least I know I can do it. I did the first six miles on my own, then my Canadian joined me.
…and then my dad rolled up in his BMW sports car and started taking cell phone pictures of us:
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June 5, 2009
Lemme tell you: it’s easy to get off-track with working out, especially when I’m supposed to be writing about it. But then I stumbled upon a photo I didn’t know Dave took of me last Wednesday as I desperately dug into my nostril to retrieve the carcass of the fly that had lodged itself in there seconds before.
And then I realized that, like an insect in a nasal canal, I’ve been hiding from updating you on my workout progress. Not that I haven’t been training, per se, but the past week has marked the complete collapse of any sort of pattern to my training. With t-minus 22 days till my half-marathon, I figure today’s as good a day as any to get back on track and finish strong.
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May 28, 2009
Sadly, since I’m in San Diego AT MY BACHELORETTE PARTY right now, I don’t have photos for you from my workout. Soooo…I’m just going to list what I did each day for the two of you who are following my training progress slowly.
Day 84: 3-mile run
Day 85: Lots of walking? That’s lame to count as a workout, but that’s what I did. A set of abs, too.
Day 86: 3-mile run, during which time we stopped by the home of one of Dave’s coworkers and saw his newwww babyyyy!!! SQUEEEEEEEAL!!! I think Dave had a mini-heart attack when he saw my reaction to the teeny weeny little cherub.
Day 87: A hardcore glute exercise on the airplane (I’m talking about panicked clenching here, people), followed bya 5-mile run along Mission Beach here in San Diego
Day 88: 6-mile run along the beach with my little Kirsten, aka the best senior-year college roommate of all time.
Can I talk about how amazing it is to have a bachelorette party? I feel like I’m in heaven with all of these incredible women around me. Get ready for some hilarious recaps.
May 27, 2009
Day 82 was such a non-event for me in terms of working out that I don’t even remember what I did. That’s sad. So we’ll just count it as a rest day, and I’ll secretly tell myself I did a 6-mile run so I can pretend I earned some extra credit.
But then. Oh, people. Saturday was a day…which will live…in infamy. Let’s talk about the leg-hair first, shall we?
See, upon first glance you’d THINK that the point of this picture is to show off my sweet new shin-braces, and sure, maybe that was the photographer’s goal. But all I see here is a fine aura of fairy-spun golden tendrils adorning my legs like stardust. I don’t know why anyone would EVER take a razor to this beauty. (That’s some foreshadowing for my next post.)
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May 21, 2009
Great scot, friends, I’ve really fallen down on my half-marathon training blog duties. This is in large part due to the fact that my workouts are starting to run together (HAHA I MADE A PUN WITHOUT EVEN TRYING!). But this week has had some twists for me and I would like to share them with all of you lovelies.
Monday, Day 78, Molly invited me to do a hill workout with her. This basically entailed a short warmup, followed by running up the quarter-mile-long hill pictured above and jogging (or should I say “yogging”) back down. In all, it was 2 miles of pure h-e-double-hockeysticks. Molly was almost embarrassingly faster than me, especially on the last rep when I passed a nine-week-old cockapoo puppy and was forced to stop for some face-licking and cuddle time. I asked her to take a picture of me after she finished the last climb. Instead of being the harrowing portrait I envisioned of my struggles, it’s pretty much evidence of how far behind I got. Oh well.
Why do I always look like I’m power-walking when my running buddies snap photos of me? Because it sure as eff doesn’t feel like power-walking.
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May 19, 2009
Compared to Day 76, Days 75 and 77 were sort of lame, so we’ll start with them first. (P.S. Random question: do you guys mind that I’ve been combining days? I just don’t know how many times you want to read a whole post about my rest day, you know?)
Day 75 was a rest day, and Day 77 was the day after my lovely bridal shower, when I went with my dearest friends to the beach and kicked a soccer ball around. I suppose that counts as cross-training.
And then there was Day 76. A milestone day for this little Wiggs. I ran 10 freakin’ miles. And I didn’t stop a single time.
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May 15, 2009
Yesterday I went over to my friend Lindsey’s house to bake up a storm – she bakes for charity, which is amazing and I was so happy to help – and then she and Molly surprised me by having a chef show up and teach us how to cook the most delicious meal I’ve ever had in my life. The menu was a 100-mile challenge, meaning that everything we ate was produced within 100 miles of Seattle. I’m going to have to show you guys some of the recipes I learned, but that will be later. The point of me telling you about the chef is to say that although I didn’t get to my 30 minutes of cross-training for Day 73, I was on my feet all day and I was also using my mouth muscles a lot, so I don’t feel like I missed a workout.
Then, today Molly and I went on another 6-mile run around Lake Union. People. She is fast. Real fast. After the third or fourth mile, I let her scamper on ahead so she wouldn’t feel like she loafed her entire workout. When I caught up with her in front of our building, she was doing sprints, and in the words of Ron Burgundy, I wasn’t mad, I was just impressed.
But, dudes, my calves are KILLING me now. My knees managed to hold up, so that’s good, but my calves feel like Tanya Harding sent a thug after me. I’m worried because the pain is in the front of my leg and possibly this is shin-splints. I’m going to diagnose myself on the Internet, convince myself that I’m dying of a rare disease, and spend the next couple of weeks in a panic, and then spend hundreds of dollars going to doctors until they tell me there’s nothing wrong with me.
May 13, 2009
Perk #12309812407124 of living with Molly and Jesse: Molly lets me come on her runs with her. I’m not going to make a habit of it because she’s much faster than me and even though she pretends I don’t slow her down, I deffffffinitely do.
Today was supposed to be a 4.5-miler, but when Molly offered to be my running buddy I led myself – like a lamb to the slaughterhouse – into agreeing to go with her on her 6-miler instead. I shouldn’t complain, though, because it was actually a lovely run and a great challenge for me. After the first 3 miles, we did four fart-licks: two for 2 minutes, and two for 2.5 minutes. I just about keeled over. We ended by running back up Queen Anne hill, which for you non-Seattle folks is a ridonkulous mountain directly north of downtown.
Most of the time, though, I wasn’t thinking about how hard I was working because I was chatting with Molly and visiting two of Seattle’s most beautiful places: Myrtle Edwards Park and the Sculpture Park (which are next to each other).
THEN, when we came home, we did a 6-minute set of abs and a set of push-ups – although for me push-ups are more like arm-twitches while in the push-up posish. So, basically, I get extra credit galore for that amazing workout, which makes up for yesterday when I did some half-hearted strength moves throughout the day. Gold star for meeeeeee!
I’ll be back tomorrow with a deeeeeeelicious vegan recipe and ANOTHER makeup review and also a special surprise that I can’t talk about tonight but will be screaming from the rooftops tomorrow.