It Wouldn’t Be Race Week…

…without one ego-deflating, soul-crushing, awful run.

Seriously. In my eight-ish year of racing, I haven’t gone through a single “taper” week without one workout that makes me question my ability to run from the parking lot to the starting line on race day. Two days prior to the Flying Pig Half in 2011 I ran four miles that seemed to foreshadow me either passing out or shitting myself well before the halfway point. And the day before the Carmel Marathon last June, I ran two completely horrifying miles on the hotel treadmill and subsequently resigned myself to being forcibly removed from the course by the sag wagon.

So, after Monday’s perfectly comfortable six miler and Tuesday’s painful-yet-respectable track workout, it came as no surprise that today’s run was just miserable.

I wanted to do six or seven, but flamed out somewhere around 5.3. Whatever. This is the way things are supposed to go. Love taper, hate racing. Love racing, hate taper. It’s basically a Bible verse.

And, if all else fails, at least I can look back at how far I’ve come and say…it’s all my stupid hip’s fault.

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2 thoughts on “It Wouldn’t Be Race Week…

  1. Ha, reminds me of the 12 miles I attempted a month before a half that I hadn’t quite made up my mind about. I think I made it to 7 before I quit. I decided on that day, not to run the half. Of course I ran the half with virtually no training between the 7 and the half. It sucked, I was slow, but heck, what was everyone else in town doing that morning, right? It was also the last race I ran before the hip flared about a month later.

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