It’s about 17 days until 50K race day. Time to give my body two weeks notice that it is about to be trashed in exchange for bragging rights and a race medal, should the stars align. I have to say, I’ve been tapering for about 6 weeks now, a taper length which doesn’t actually exist on any legit training plan. More accurately, I signed up for a 24 week program and peaked at week 18 by accident.
I knew the last month of training was going to be tricky, filled with social commitments, volunteer hours, and those lingering freezing cold DC spring mornings. I didn’t anticipate how much I would loathe running in those final weeks leading up to race day. I’m chalking this up to poor weather combined with a purposeful lack of training buddies, both of which backfired into boredom and burnout.
Rather than dig myself further into an emotional hole, I decided to take some time off. I wanted to feel fresh on race day, both emotionally and physically. Heck, all I need to do is show up to the race start and I’ve outdone my past two marathon performances. I’m pretty sure I’ll finish, give that the course is a loop, and the alternative to finishing is sleeping in the woods alone overnight. There’s some motivation, although at mile 25, sleeping in the woods will probably seem like a brilliant idea.
I’m incredibly excited about race day…the travel, the scenery, the people, the vegan eats, and the inevitable suffering, which I am now oddly craving due to my exceptionally long taper…mission accomplished. I’m pretty sure my 3-part race strategy is still spot on:
- Stay upright
- Stay on course