The word taper sounds like “tapeworm” to me. I wish I had a tapeworm – that would be more bearable than the taper. And the benefits of tapeworm are skinniness.
This morning, I only had four miles to run. First of all… the fact that I now say “only four miles” is incredible. That’s a positive. Second of all, it was freezing and windy, and I was blown off the sidewalk like six times.
And I was slow, and sluggish feeling. The “only” four miles felt pretty rough. Until I realized that I had run those 4 miles at a way-sub 11 minute mile pace. Not too shabby.
I know I will survive the taper. However, bizarre it may be.
There’s a 95% chance I will survive the race. And those odds are way better than I would have ever predicted.
Happy Thursday, ya’ll. I know my girl Leslie is racing Miami. Anyone else heading there too? Would love to hear from you.
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