The work is done. Now I just force rest, eat clean, sleep too much, and try to stay away from my 14 year old who has a cough. Which won't be easy - he's my oldest, yet sometimes the one who needs me most lately. At least, he needs the most driving around...
I'm so insanely busy with work that I can't do much else, so that helps the taper. This week is limited to 25 miles. I'm skipping the track and adding a four-mile race from Sandys to Hawaii Kai on Sunday for my last little bit of intensity. And beautiful views! I've got another four pounds to go to race weight, so I'm alcohol and sugar-free, and living on vegetables, green shakes, and a little protein here and there.
Most people get phantom taper injuries. I get too-much-sleep injuries. My neck and back are stiff and achy every morning because lying down for eight hours is foreign to my body. I'm used to four or five hours, max.
My race tank arrived and so did my number: 456. I like it! I'm big on numbers. That feels like a straight. Katherine, Brigitte and I are all in the american development wave, which we had in 2012 too - heated tent, front row start, and a nice place to keep our things and meet up afterwards. All set up for success.
I'm putting it all out there: We are going sub-3. It's on! Brigitte has never raced in cool weather and has a PR of 3:03. She's a machine and I think she can go even faster. And Katherine went 3:03 this year - faster than ever! I got my 2:58 here and want to do it again with my girls. Ten days to go - I can't wait!