The fruits of idiot-proofing my training plan have finally been realized.
Earlier this summer when I was mapping out The Plan, I decided that in order to be As Prepared As Possible, I would try to fit in two 20 mile runs before the marathon.
Considering my track record with long runs, it seemed like The Right Thing To Do.
Obviously I was thankful last weekend when I found redemption.
But I was even more thankful on Saturday morning when I opened my eyes at 8 AM, and felt like The Universe had decided to back over my body, and didn’t think twice about staying in bed.
I didn’t fret.
I didn’t obsess.
Which, as y’all know, is not usually the case when I’m presented with the choice to run or…not run.
To feel so instantly at peace with that decision felt REALLY good.
It’s so surreal to think that I have spent every single weekend since February 2nd thinking about the marathon.
Diving headfirst into 36 mile+ weeks.
Tearing through shoes at an alarming rate.
Finding callouses on my feet in places I didn’t know they could exist.
I’m on my last pair of Ravennas.
Which means that now the work is done.
Another little treasure The Good Doctor shared with me last Thursday?
If I didn’t enjoy training for the race, then the big show might be a disappointment. That the weather might be bad. I might feel out-of-sorts. My run might not go the way I had hoped it would.
If I haven’t enjoyed the journey, then there’s not much that 26.2 miles can offer me in the way of vindication.
In the Spirit of Ignorance Being Bliss, I really don’t know what tapering has in-store for me, beyond a 13 miler this weekend and five or six miles the weekend before the marathon.
Y’all know that reading-up on that sort of thing isn’t really a part of my approach to training.
At this point, if I can banish my cough and keep my legs from self-destructing before October 2nd, then I’ll consider that a victory in and of itself.
Do you over-plan or go with the flow?
Runners: How do you deal with tapering?