There’s something wrong with me. Really. That’s what my wife has been telling me over and over lately.
I pester her, ask her the same running questions every day. Then ask her again. I’m driving her crazy…and she’s a runner! All runners are crazy!
What is my problem you ask?
I’m convinced that I can’t run any more. I have no idea what I’m going to do on the morning of November 6th. None. Zip. Zero.
On that morning I’m running the New York Marathon. An event I have been training for since January. Well training for this marathon and seven other races I’ve competed in as a member of the American Cancer Society’s DetermiNation team.
I have over 800 training miles under my belt so far and I can’t remember any of them right now. I have run over 8 half marathons both racing and training. Don’t recall any of them. Hill work on the treadmill? Me? No way. I’ve run a marathon before? Are you crazy?
I have something called taper madness. For you non-runners out there this occurs when someone who has been running 35-50+ miles weekly is told to drastically reduce the miles three weeks before the big race. Those three weeks are called the taper. It’s something every distance runner needs to do to allow the body to heal before making it run 26.2 miles.
Is there a pill I can take to make me feel better? A Taperafed? Tapervil?
This all started last Saturday when I had my last double-digit run in this training session. My legs were dead tired from the runs I had on Wednesday and Thursday (and the whole summer). I wanted to get it done and after about six miles I just wasn’t into it. I sped up a bit but that was a mistake. I didn’t have my usual GU and I had to run the last three miles up Wilson Avenue which sucks. Trust me.
I’ve had only two bad runs this year and that was one of them. Not the way I wanted to finish my last long run.
I know every runner goes through this. Even people who have run many many marathons. Except my wife of course. Who is one of those people who can roll out of bed and run a marathon still half asleep….fast.
Oh well…10 more days until the race.
I have a six mile run planned for lunch today to feed the taper monster.
It’s left..right..left..right..left..right… Right? Right???
Wish me luck.
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