Ohhhh the taper crazies. Anyone who has ever tapered before a big race knows exactly what I’m talking about here.
In 2011, the night before the NYC Marathon, I convinced myself that I had shin splints (even though this is an injury that I have never had before). I was so convinced that I got down on the ground and stretched my shins, right in the middle of a busy Central Park. As I was freaking out and laying on the ground, hoards of runners and their friends/family walked around me to get a peak at the finish line.
Well, I’m barely into my taper this year and I’m already experiencing some crazy.
Last night, I dreamt that the Chicago Marathon voided all times for runners who didn’t keep at least a 9:36 pace for the marathon. And yes, my dream was specific with the 9:36 pace. And yes, I woke up in a panic.
Damn you, crazies. Leave me in peace for the next 16 days, will ya?