Ode to Tapering

Ah, tapering. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…

It’s taper time, y’all! On the one hand, I’m thrilled to cut back on my mileage. Shorter runs, obviously, take a lot less time than longer runs, and I love having a little extra free time. I also really enjoy being able to hit the 3.5 mile mark and say, “All right! Halfway there!” unlike last week, where I hit the 3.5 mile mark and said, “All right! Only seven more miles to go!” On the other hand, tapering means that race day is fast approaching. Like, two weeks from tomorrow fast approaching. brb curling up in a ball and pretending like this isn’t actually happening.

But anyway. Let’s talk training.

Monday’s run almost didn’t happen, or at least almost didn’t happen the way I had hoped it would. The weather in Chicago was all over the place, and you can take that however you’d like. It was all over the place in the sense that it sunned, it rained, it severe stormed, and it was all over the place in the sense that where a specific type of weather would happen was anyone’s guess.



When I left work, the sky looked threatening at the office, but when I got home, the sky looked threatening everywhere but home. I didn’t want to get stuck in a storm and I seriously considered moving my four miler inside to the treadmill, but it was just so nice at home that I ended up taking my run outside. As it turns out, it never rained at my apartment, so I definitely made the right decision. I also had a speedy-for-me run (10:18 pace) which made me very happy.

I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news on the volleyball front. As you may recall, we needed to win all three sets on Tuesday and a team in the other game needed to lose all three sets on Tuesday in order for my team to not be ranked last heading into playoffs. Things literally could not have gone worse.


So we’re ranked last in the league, and that’s kind of a bummer. I suppose anything can happen during tournament time, but seeing as how we have a 1-5 record against the team we face, I’m not exactly holding my breath. But we shall see!

Things started to get stupid around these parts on Wednesday, by which I mean for the first time in a week, we broke 80. Boo. I felt pretty toasty on my four miler, but it went all right anyway. It was actually my last four miler of training, which is crazy. I’m going to have so much free time now! Haha.

I focused a lot on cardio for cross training on Thursday with a brief ab workout. I really wasn’t feeling strength training, which I guess is a pretty stupid reason to not do it, but…sometimes these things happen.

And that brings us to today. Let’s be real: if Wednesday’s weather was stupid, today’s weather was stupid squared. It felt like July all over again, and that’s really not something I needed to experience on my run. As you may recall, I spent nearly the entire month of July seriously questioning both my ability and desire to run a half marathon. Today’s seven miler was a repeat of that. Mentally, I was not in the game today, and that made my run awful.


I’m not so frustrated with my run itself (even though it clearly sucked) as I am with how I couldn’t get myself out of negative talk during my run. I wasn’t beating myself up over practically crawling, but I did have a pretty steady, “I hate this. I hate this. I hate this,” mantra going on, which was not helping the cause. Important lesson learned: attitude may not be everything, but it sure is a lot.


Aside from my crappy attitude, I also had a lot of hip/leg pain today. This right hip issue has been a problem for quite some time now, and while I definitely don’t think I’m “injured,” it’s still messing with my long runs. I went to the Chicago Triathlon expo today (more on that on Tuesday), and I stopped by one of the chiropractor booths because free chair massage? Yes, I will happily give you my information for 5-10 minutes of heaven. Anyway, the chiropractor I stopped by measured my alignment with some fancy contraption. While I distribute my weight almost equally (one extra pound on my left side, but apparently that’s negligible enough to count as nothing), my hips are not straight. My right hip (the problem hip) is significantly higher than my left hip, which makes me wonder if that’s contributing to my discomfort. This really didn’t surprise me: a quick look in the mirror shows you that there’s something funky going on with my torso, since my waist goes in noticeably farther on one side than the other and I’ve been told before that my hips are uneven. The chiropractor was offering consultations (not appointments) for a huge discount, so now I have a consultation next Saturday. Whether or not I’ll actually get treatment will depend 100% on whether or not my insurance will cover it, but hopefully by this time next week I’ll have something resembling an idea of what’s going on with my hips.

Have you ever been to a chiropractor? I never have, so I’m not sure what to expect. My mom has also kind of preached chiropractors=quack doctors, so it was never really an option growing up.

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