This weekend, I got the next month of my training plan, which takes me up to taper.
This is kind of terrifying, because after reading it, I feel like there’s not that much time left and I’m never going to be ready.
Except that I will be. I’ve been training for months. I’m putting in the time. I’m following my training plan. At this point, I just need to continue to stick to my workouts, put in the time, but also make sure that I’m getting enough rest and eating well. I got on the scale this morning and it was… not pretty. Every pound I gain is an extra pound I have to haul up the hills, so that’s not a great thing.
Tonight, I will sit down and transfer my training schedule into my planner, because I’m old school and still keep a paper planner. It’s the one place where I can track everything, so I can figure out how to balance training with work with pool closings with trips to visit family.
Somehow, writing it all down makes it seem less stressful.
Make a plan. Follow the plan. Succeed. That’s what I keep telling myself.
Oh the joys of pre-race brain! And my race is still weeks away!