It's late in the 2nd week of taper and I'm halfway between rested and insane. The dogs and I drove through 900 miles of snowstorms to make it to Arizona for Thanksgiving and reunite the family - that said, I'm really looking forward to being back in Colorado. I already miss the mountains and smaller-town life.
My last *longish* run was a split affair - 6.5 miles in the morning, 8.5+ in the afternoon. I stupidly overdressed for the first run and cooked through the entire thing wearing long sleeves and tights when it was at least 40 and sunny out. I smartly went out for the afternoon run in sports bra and shorts (side note: this has been the year that I stopped caring about people seeing my stomach and just went for it - Coach killed me on far too many track workouts where I overheated no matter what I wore and have opted for comfort) and hit race pace well.
I rolled into Scottsdale on Saturday night in the midst of various rain and snow storms and had my first taper-long run on Sunday morning. It was funny to see the Arizonans wearing parkas while I ran in, again, a sports bra and shorts, even while it rained, but it was totally comfortable and if anything I had to hold back on my pace. I even got to run through ankle deep water from some of the flooding they've been having here (am I starting to feel like a flood magnet or what?). Lower elevation + the legs are starting to feel rested = we are getting there!
While everyone else is Turkey Trotting today, I'll be riding my bike because that's the kind of thing we do during taper. And because I ran my ass off at the track yesterday followed by enough squats and lunges that I'm having to help myself get in and out of chairs today. Is it race day yet?
Happy Thanksgiving and thank you to my family, my friends, my coworkers and classmates, and my coach for all the love and support all year!