I never bought into the whole taper madness thing. I mean, it certainly sucks being limited on when you can run.. True to form we always want to run more as soon as someone tells us we can’t… But the taper brain/madness stuff. Seemed like an excuse to me. And it most likely is more of a coincidence than anything else..
But I’m calling all of yesterday my mid-taper meltdown.
If you follow me on twitter, you may have seen a few of my weaker moments. Lots of pissy tweets haha.
Nothing went right from the minute I woke up. Including but not limited to: dropping a (empty! Thankfully) coffee pot on my foot about 97 seconds after crawling out of bed. Discovering $1,000 is missing from my bank account & the bank claiming bogus charges (working on it. Just pray you don’t work for this bank during the next few days ) which is super swell since we’re trying to save up to put a down payment on a house out West. Ending with our internet mysteriously not working.
Really? Is this seriously real life? I threw several
temper taper tantrums. Worked in a complete fog & several times thanked my lucky stars for this rock in my life:
While I’m sure (please if there is a god!) I’ll get things squared away eventually, by the end of the day I was drowning in frustration. All I wanted all day was to head out on a run & not stop until my legs stopped working. But of course, I’m tapering & that would destroy my chances of having fresh legs come Sunday.
I can’t think in a straight line, but one thing is clear. I haven’t been this excited for anything in awhile. 13.1 here I come, meltdown or not!
3 days y’all!