Now coming into the run, I knew I didn't have a lot going my way. I haven't gotten over 6 hours of sleep since Sunday night and my diet this week has been horrible, off schedule, and way under my calorie needs (see moving to a new place and long shifts at work), and I've been getting fatigue near my left Achilles heel (which was my only real concern today).
Set the alarm for an awful hour one last time for training:
Get up, so tired.. Fuel up with coffee, browse reddit, make sure it isn't going to rain..humidity 96%.. This won't be fun.
Get out, I don't feel that bad. Do my warm up miles, stretch, and take a few photos to capture the last run before the taper:
...And I get on my way. I decided the most I'd shoot for is the actual pace I was planning to do the first half of the marathon at. Around mile 3 my stomach starting getting sour. I stopped at a restroom and at least cleared the worry of an accident, but my stomach didn't feel better. It was mostly feeling that way with a decent speed. I saw a scared possum by the path, which was the most exciting thing to happen.
I felt a little fresher on the way back, picking up my pace for a little bit when I felt the quickest feeling of tightness on my Achilles tendon. I quickly said NOPE. Threw down my pace by like 2 minutes and said, I am not going to even let myself try this. I decided to just trot along and enjoy the peace and quiet of the run. Remind myself that I can now let myself heal up for 8 days.
I don't think my Achilles is hurt, I just feel I exhausted that tendon Tuesday and haven't rested enough at night. I'll talk to my PT just to clear my mind.
Now I can finally taper.
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― Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience
How I imagine some of us might feel before the marathon on taper:
And for those of us getting our carbs on:
