These last two weeks are the hardest.
One, I am so ready to give my body some rest, it’s been a lot of work, and I can feel that my body is ready for a break. A real break. I’m sleeping more. I’m tired more. I’m just ready to have some rest.
Two, the nerves ramp up. The fears and anxiety. The what ifs. The worst case scenarios. And add on CDA and it’s intense. I need this race for redemption. I need this race to make all those hours, all that sweat and agony to mean something.
Three, starting taper. So all this nervous energy usually goes somewhere. I cope from the stress at work by leaving everything I’ve got in my training. So managing my stress is at a weak point right now. Add one and two, makes me on the brink of a total meltdown.
But, getting the work in. Only a handful of workouts lefts. And then it’s time to try again. To know that I’ve left everything I’ve got on the course. To fly home with no regrets. Ideally with that medal in my bag.