Coming To Fruition

The inherent questions of sanity, that compose a marathon taper, are beginning to blossom. Today was my second consecutive day of nothing, except some leisurely walking to maintain leg strength.

For those among us, who have monitored by condition these last several weeks, you are no doubt acutely aware, of the leg pain that has besieged me. Diagnosed as “Chronic inflammation”, I have been pounding ibuprofen for what seems like eternity, and receiving a daily Ultra-sound, which is a small slice of heaven.

I have yet to succumb to what was once a myth of magic, whereby certain, unorthodox treatments create a sense of strictly temporary relief. I’m relying on old fashioned NSAIDs, ultra-sound and faith.

Having a marathon two weeks out, is inevitably a reality check. I trust the endurance training I have done, three-20 milers, a selection of mid-distance runs, but my maintenance mileage has suffered greatly. So much so, that in the last 3 weeks, maintenance mileage has peaked at approximately 15 miles per week. I know that if I’m prudential in my remaining days, I have a good shot at getting a decent time, but nothing which my training has not presupposed.

For whatever it is worth, I will continue to collect and organize my thoughts here, and for this I hope that those among you who choose to read, will enjoy.