Change of Pace

It's official. I've decided it's official. The mercury hit 60 degrees, the water fountains have been turned back on, I ran in shorts...Spring is here.

Today was my last 20 miler and I really meant to run it progressively faster, starting from the halfway point. I don't really have much of an excuse for why I didn't do that except for maybe..."I was tired"? And I was sweaty, that's a good thing. Not having any idea what the temperature conditions are going to be like a month from now down near the Mason-Dixon line, I'm hoping I'll be able to get in at least a little training that really makes me sweat to help acclimate.

I guess this is really where the taper starts. This week will still wear me out, especially if I put in a strong effort in the half on Sunday, but it all gets easier from here. The next three weeks are all about stretching and foam rolling and eating and sleeping enough. I've just gotten a couple of offers for teaching assistant positions, so grad school tuition will be taken care of and I get to see my beloved in just a few days. Life is good. And as I mentioned above, the breezes have turned balmy and gentle. I may not believe in god, but I know enough to count my blessings.