Almost cooked

Two weeks from today is the half-marathon of the Goofy Challenge. Two weeks from tomorrow is the full. That weekend I'll run 39.3 miles (not counting walking to start lines and such) for three medals, because I'm addicted to the bling. Officially, the taper starts on Monday.

I've found that a three week taper is too long for me, so this time I'm going for two. I'll drop my mileage to about 60% of peak next week, then a few easy days to be fully ready on the start line. But there's still this weekend, which is the last weekend of work. Ten miles today, twenty tomorrow. On most weekends, the Saturday run is at (marathon) race pace, with Sunday at a more relaxed speed. That was the plan for this morning, but I stepped up the pace a smidgen, to make up for eating most of the "family-size" bag of Reese's Mini Peanut Butter Cups.

(Aside: How do they define "family-size"? I guess Claire and I are a family, and since she didn't have any, and I had all of them, that makes them family-sized. Similarly, M&M's are now in "bowl sized" bags, and 1.25 lbs. But I dump a bag of plain and a bag of peanut together into a large bowl, and they only take up half the bowl. So that's false advertising.)

So the pace was a bit quicker, but not overly taxing. I really feel like I should be able to hit my goal times, provided the weather cooperates (and if you think I'm not excited that we're finally within Accuweather's 15 day forecast, you don't know me that well). Now I'll watch some hockey, eat a bunch, and get ready for 20 nice miles tomorrow. I picked up a second pair of running pants today, so I should be good outside as long as my fingers don't freeze.

Run: 10 miles @ 7.8 mph