The madness has not really set in. I'm not checking of the long-range forecast five times a day. I'm not eyeing salt with envy. I'm not keeping a bottle of hand sanitizer on my desk. I'm not feeling the phantom aches and pains.
It's 11 days until the Toronto Goodlife Marathon and I'm not obsessing over the race. It helped that work was its own type of marathon this past while, making whatever running I could fit in (and I fit pretty much all of them in) a nice little escape.
In fact, as I was trying to keep track of the tasks at hand to do at work last week, I remember R. telling a few months ago a story about her co-worker and what he said to her during a marathon night at Capitol Hill at they sat covering a financial bill.
As they watched partisan politics at their best stalling best, and well into what would become a 24-hour work day, he turned to her and said: "I run marathons.
"This," he said, "is nothing."
Not quite, but the sentiment is shared.
This past weekend was supposed to be my 16 miler as I ramp down the mileage. R. recently moved to Dupont Circle and I was trying to find a new running route. I love the trails, hitting Rock Creek and its surrounding trails, but my return was not without issues. Yep, I turned left when I should have turned right and found myself adding a few more miles than planned. Opps.
Back to the taper sanity, the race season this year is all about new things. Three marathons are on the horizon and my first stint as a pacer a week after marathon 1. Maybe after Toronto Marathon, my taper madness will begin. It will be three weeks to NYC. In fact, I was just checking the long-term forecast for NYC the other...