Tapering down for my half marathon, which is next Sunday. I did win a race this week, but strangely that wasn't the highlight. The best part of the week was Tuesday's workout. Not because there was anything special about it, but because it was routine. We were back on the track again (not the Whitehurst Freeway) and I was able to hang with "my group" on the track without struggling or feeling like I was going to the well.
This spring I've been running my workouts based on feel, making sure to keep the effort controlled and restrained, even though it meant I was being continually dropped. And... the pay off is that the last few weeks I've been running controlled while NOT getting dropped. It's good to be home again.
Now if I could just get the plants and trees to stop fornicating, life would be all sorts of awesome.