My long runs this cycle were fairly standard, except for the time that I ran two of them back-to-back mid-cycle and had daydreams about birthday cake and some mild hallucinations.
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 […]
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.
Are we there yet? Indeed I am 11 days away from lining up for my first marathon since Boston 2013.
So you know how the taper is so cliché and how you look forward to it but then when you get to it, all you want to do is lie around, be lazy and talk about running to people who really don’t care about running at all? Yes, well, that’s me.
While I was folding laundry the other day, my living room was transformed into a Rainbow-Loom-how-to-video-studio.
In my mind, I’ve already made it to one finish line. I did so last Sunday with my longest run of the cycle, 23 miles.
I got home from my last long track session for this cycle to find Charlie hanging out on my treadmill.