One week to go

I've been down this road before, it's never any easier. Every quirky sensation is magnified 100 times. I can't tell if I'm getting a horrible head cold...or if my throat is just a touch dry, or maybe that twinge in my knee really is something going wrong.

All I want to see is just a regular plain old week, no different than that last 50. All I want to do is to get up, kill the alarm clock, slog my way through another 5-10 miles (even less this week), shower, drive my kids to school and head to work.

All I can do is go one day at a time, and watch my step.

Boston Marathon. What a long strange trip it's been.

T Minus Two Weeks and Counting...

Nothing changes yet. I'm doing nothing different than I have this past month. A review of taper to Mississauga has me running a normal week, doing a ladder workout for track on Wednesday, 9ish miles for mid long...the usual stuff. It all worked then so I'll do the same things now. The most important thing is to not get concerned or picky over what I'm doing for now, the final week is the most important one. My really critical time comes on the race weekend. Family will be with me, they'll want to go here and there and everywhere, and I'll be wanting just the opposite. In the two years I did Niagara they had me all over the place on the Saturday before, I was already tired when I got to the start line on Sunday morning. Somewhere in the back of their minds, they reason that since I can run a full marathon, all this walking should be easy.

To the track tomorrow morning. Ladder workout sans 1200's.