I woke up this morning with itchy, inflamed toes, a sore quad, a sore piriformis, and a sore throat. HELLO taper!! People keep asking me, “Are you getting the taper crazies yet?”
Last week I could honestly say no.
On Saturday morning I was cranky. Cranky because there was still so many miles on my agenda. My plan had a 60 mile bike ride, a 4000 yard swim, and a 12 mile run on it for the weekend. I miss the luxurious days of the marathon taper. Run 12, eat nachos, drink beer, sit on sofa, done.
I got my 2.4 mile swim done on Saturday morning, and the only reason I got it done is because you can’t just call it a day when you’re in the middle of the lake. You have to swim back to shore, or drown. I choose life. By the time I got back to Madison after my swim it was noon, and I calculated that by the time I finish riding 60 miles it would be 4:00.
POOF!! There goes Saturday.
Sunday morning I slept in, woke up, read the hourly forecast, screamed f-bombs at weather.com, regretted sleeping in, but got myself together to start running by 9:00 am. It was 86 degrees, and my legs felt like lead. They’re still tired from peak week. I feel more beat up from peak week than I did coming out of Ironman 70.3 Racine. I was tempted to stop at 6 miles, 8 miles, but reasoned that 10 being double digits was a good place to stop. I don’t doubt that I could have pushed on and finished the full 12, but it’s not worth it at this point. I need my legs rested and ready for race day.
So taper-crazy? No. Tired and cranky? Yes.
Don’t worry though, there’s 13 more days for crazy to come.