I meant to hit 60 miles this week but I miscalculated and hit 59 instead. This is going to make me even crazier. Tapering is the absolute shits. I’ve had two (maybe three, if the diarrhea was in fact induced by a virus and not stress) viruses in the past two weeks, and I haven’t been sick in ages. My left shin hurts, my right knee hurts, the bottoms of my feet are sore and a muscle that attaches to my right hip bone is all angry. But this my friends, is what happens during the taper. It happens to nearly everyone, and it’s no cause for a freak out.
BUT I AM FREAKING OUT.
Since I wrote this post, I have been eating at least one serving of vegetables each day without fail. I will stop eating the veggies this coming week though, as my body can’t handle the fibre before race day. I’ve also been drinking bottles and bottles and bottles of water, including one mixed up with a packet of Emergen-C daily to help me fight these damn colds/coughs I keep getting.
But as far as running goes, this is what I’ve been up to:
Monday– Time to take tapering seriously! I pushed Callum in the stroller for 6 miles in between errands.
Tuesday– My last strength workout before the race! I took Callum for a stroller ride for 4 miles and then I did 10 miles on the treadmill with 6×1 mile repeats at 6:31 min/mile pace and 400m recoveries. OUCH. It was so hot in the garage. Thirty degrees outside made for an even hotter garage. I’m complaining, but I kinda felt badass, so it was worth it.
Wednesday– Recovery treadmill run while I listened to podcasts.
Thursday– Callum is sick yet AGAIN but this time with croup. I took him for a stroller run this morning (8 miles) and he fell asleep for two hours in that thing!
Friday– I went to physio this morning to double check that my hip is okay, and he said it’s no big deal, just a bit of a strained muscle. So I took off outside for a 10 mile run while Callum napped (Andrew was working from home). My legs felt really fresh and I felt like I could run forever.
Saturday– I can’t sleep in past 7am anymore. SUCKS. So I got up, had some coffee and ran 8 miles. My hip felt janky so I’m icing it like crazy.
Sunday– SHIT! I miscalculated. I thought I was hitting 60 miles with this morning’s 5 miler but it only brought me up to 59. OH THE HORROR.
My plan for this week is to run 6 miles a day on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, take Friday completely off and then race on Saturday morning. Sunday in Seattle looks dry and sunny with a high of 23 degrees Celcius (73 F) but it’s coastal Spring weather out here in the PNW so anything can happen.
I’m making my playlist this week. Give me a good running song that you’re loving right now!
Are you guys able to sleep in on days when you don’t have to wake up early?