It’s really been awhile. Time moves fast, unlike my runs. Jokes aside I have gotten faster but not feeling for this half-marathon I’ve signed up for this weekend. The goal is to break PR of 1:57. Ideally I’ll be happy for anything under 2 hours but I have zero idea of what the course is like. Despite my hopelessness I have been consistently consistent this time around with my runs. We even beat an injury riddled two weeks but things definitely feel tighter. The diet has been starting tomorrow this whole training block. The hype I started with is still there but the grind got to me. If I run first then I don’t want to lift and I feel tired regardless of whatever workout I did so I deserve a treat is how each day ends up. This time around the running came first for once, then lifting, and then my diet in a far third.
I can actually taper this go around but when I think of taper I only think of lowering the mileage to almost zero because it’s an excuse to not run. My mind wants me to take it somewhat easy so I also don’t tweak anything before the big race. These excuses are probably coming from the same conscience that wants to give me treats all the time. Fighting my inner demons on taking the easy way out. The last mile is always the least crowded.