I have nothing original to say about the taper. Sorry, folks, I got nothing. The specific peculiarities of the taper hold as true for me as they do for anyone. Some folks love it, others hate it; I vacillate. Right now, I hate it. Can’t I just go run 16, please??
These are a few of the ways the counterintuitive part of training has touched my life. Brace yourselves.
Stress Control. Since I’m no longer running even 35 miles a week, I’m resorting to the pinch hitter on my stress management team: weekend binge eating. Looks like it’s your turn at bat, Mr. Binge, even though I thought I’d told you your contract had been cancelled. I guess you know that if there are chocolate chip cookies in the cabinet, then there’s a place for you in the line-up.
Focus. As in, where the eff has it gone? I couldn’t sit and plow through a project this week if my job depended on it. (Wait, that may actually be the case….) I get some stuff done, but only after allowing 15 small interruptions, from colleagues, friends, family, and oh yeah, I need to call the tile store about the estimate for the bathroom at the Pennsylvania house, and now’s as good a time as any to find a restaurant for dinner with JN in December.
Sleep. Can’t do it, am simply not tired enough. I mean, I am tired (I’m always tired), I’m just not so completely physically spent, like I was during those 35 to 50 mile weeks, that I can actually fall asleep quickly, and stay that way. Don’t think I’ve had 7 uninterrupted hours in about three weeks.
Sunshine (better known as My Good Mood). Simply put, I am cranky and frowny and in response to the question, “So, are you excited?!” All I can say is, let’s just get this over with.