and then it was my turn...and now I get it.
Ok...first of all, there is the seriously reduced level of running. Sounds great but then your head gets involved - Have I ran enough? Have I trained enough? Oh my God, I'm going to lose muscle strength. Oh no, I'm going to gain weight. How am I going to finish the race??!!
Quick tip: Do not go on a google frenzy for information on tapering. You will end up in a panic about HOW you are tapering because there are a million different articles that offer advice about how to do it, what you should be doing, what you should not be doing, how many miles to run, what activities to do, what to eat, what not to eat...etc. I would suggest getting a training plan from a local running club and follow it.
Then there is the reduced level of cross training because you don't want to do anything that is going to cause serious muscle fatigue. Well, there goes those strength training classes I had scheduled. I already know from last weeks misadventure that I would encounter a substantial amount of muscle fatigue - did I mention that I had to wear button down shirts for two days because I couldn't raise my arms up high enough to pull anything over my head? Sad, I know, but the point is...those classes are pushed to post race.
Then there are the sick people. I laughed when my friend Sandy from So What I Run wrote about all the sick people and needing to be put into a bubble. Well, ya know what, Sandy - YOU ARE SO RIGHT. For real...I think there is this thing that shall hence forth be known as the "Taper Magnet" that just draws sick people into your personal space. Of course, my paranoia dramatically increased last night when another one of my friends ran into me at a local pub and said, "oh my god...what are you doing out in public...YOU ARE TAPERING?!?!!"
Oh...and guess where I had to go this morning? The Doctor...for my annual physical. Yep...the doctor's office...germ central. I practically bathed in hand sanitizer on my way out.
OMG...and if this is what a half is like...what will a full be like?
What does not kill me, makes me a runner. Now someone pass me a cup cake and a can of Lysol.