Business as usual

I am at that point in a pre-race lead up when most of my mental energy is taken up focusing on race day, getting ready, what I need, planning the race etc. At this point I usually have very little mental energy left over for the other demanding task of motivating myself to train. Usually at this point I just want it to be race day, with the period between now and then to somehow magically compress, while still giving me the benefits of week's worth of rest. Unfortunately time doesn't work that way, and as numerous studies have shown, the best way to taper is to actually train. Cold turkey just doesn't work. So with that in mind it was business as usual training wise today.


Well sort of business as usual, Tuesday morning I would normally be running and this morning I was on my bike, so that was a bit different, but you know what I mean. Whilst I was training again, as is usually the case when tapering, the session was shorter and a bit less demanding. It was also very nice, good weather, light winds. Very nice morning to be on a bike.

Tonight I am out running. Once again the session will be a shorter, less demanding one, but training all the same. Given the above comments about not having much mental energy to spare for motivation, getting out the door could be a challenge, but I am pretty sure I will be fine. After all it is only a shortish run.

On an unrelated, but happy note. I finally found my missing sock. 'Pardon', I hear you say, 'that is a bit of a random comment'. You of course are correct, so let me explain. A little while ago I lost a sock. Not just any old sock, but a quite nice compression sock. It just disappeared. One night, I took some clean laundry into my daughters room to put her clothes away. When I went in the sock was in the washing basket, when I came out it wasn't. I looked a fair bit and never managed to find it. Vanished. Unable to accept the loss, I desperately and rather pathetically held on to the remaining compression sock, in the vain hope I would one day be able to re-unite the pair. Anyway on the weekend we were cleaning my daughters room and amazingly, the sock turned up. I now feel vindicated in stubbornly holding onto the previously orphan sock. Slaughter the fattened lamb, the lost sock is returned.