Posts tagged ‘half marathon’

February 7, 2010

Back on the…er…horse

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.

August 19, 2009

Anatomy of a failed run

People, September 13 is going to be my day of reckoning. I mean, how the crap am I supposed to run a half marathon when I look like this after 3 miles?

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But, okay, we’re trying to be positive here so I’ll enumerate exactly why I think this run sucked it up and how I plan on changing that. In less than a month. Gulp.

Here was the plan for this run: Dave and I were going to practice my 11-mile commute to business school, then run 8 miles back and walk the last 3 for a cool-down. Chicago’s Air and Water Show was going on, so I figured there’d be enough sights like this to distract me from the pain of the run:

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Unfortch, despite the awesome aerial demonstrations filling the sky above me, I could not be deterred from my despair.

June 28, 2009

Wiggs’s first half: The good, the bad, and the lost toenail

Wow, I thought I was in pain yesterday, but today my legs and feet feel like someone took a hacksaw to them. Luckily for you, that means I’m camped out on the couch with nothing to do but recap my race yesterday. Oh, and what a race it was. 25,000 people, a boatload of local bands, and more Cytomax than a person could ever want.

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But let’s start at the beginning, shall we?

June 28, 2009

Oof.

WOAH dude, that half-marathon took it out of me. I never did get around to writing a post, but I’ll leave you with two conflicting photographs to get you jazzed about reading my recap tomorrow. Have a lovely Saturday, my friends!

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(That’s not a trick shot – those are real tears. But more about that tomorrow.)

June 27, 2009

Race day

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.

Half marathon expo, hair trial #3 001

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.

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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

Half-marathon training: Day 96

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:

13-mile run

June 5, 2009

Half-marathon training: Day…uh…we’ll just say I’m on day 95 today

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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.

May 28, 2009

Half-marathon training: Days 84, 85, 86, 87, 88

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

Mission Beach(source)

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

Half-marathon training: Days 82 & 83

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?

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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.)

May 21, 2009

Half-marathon training: Days 78, 79, 80, and 81

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.

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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.

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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.