Partly by accident and partly by design, taper time has come in my Dam to Dam training.
And I think the only living creature around here who is sad about it is the local FedEx guy.
My cats aren't fans of anything that keeps me out of the apartment (except maybe my job, because they're fed when I leave for it, when I return from it, and by virtue of that job). Lighter running schedule = more time with them.
Lately, I find myself agreeing with the cats' stance: Apartment time, or commuting by bike, just sounds better than running.
It's not like past half-marathon-training burnouts, where the misery of each run made me want to give up the hobby entirely — most of my efforts have been OK; the anticipation of a long and/or challenging run, however, is consistently terrifying.
My Italian adventure provided a good break from running, and at first I was glad to dive back in, but I think it was only a temporary reprieve.
I'm not sure whether to blame the lack of extended time off (two weeks at a time isn't all that long), the mental fatigue from pushing through the polar vortex that just wouldn't leave, or the timing of Dam to Dam.
As for the local FedEx guy? It seems that my midweek runs have lined up with his midweek deliveries to my apartment building, which has an open-to-the-public lobby but a locked door that leads to actual apartments.
I've returned, sweaty and out of breath, from runs a few times recently just as he's shown up to make deliveries.
I don't know what he does with the packages when I'm not there to let him in, but each time he's thanked me profusely ... and sworn that he's not deliberately showing up on days that I run.
That's good, Mr. FedEx, because soon enough, I'll be doing a LOT less of that.