One of the things that made this training cycle different from previous ones is that this time I had a partner in crime for my speed work.
One of the strange, irrational thoughts that always pops into my head during the last part of the taper is this: did I even train for this marathon? Even though I know that I put in a ton of effort and enough mileage to get me from here to Oklahoma (exaggeration, I’m from the South and that is what we do), I still feel strangely unprepared for 26.2.
It takes a marathon taper for me to realize that I generally run around with my eyelids at half-mast.
A massive rain storm hit this week, making it exponentially easier to keep cutting back my mileage, but but at the same time, I’m pretty sure the whining that accompanies taper became just a bit more pronounced.
(Back in the day)
You know how when you need a new dress for a special occasion, you sort of have an image in your head of what it will look like, but then when you actually go shopping, you end up with something completely different but better?
Are we there yet?
Indeed I am 11 days away from lining up for my first marathon since Boston 2013.