I'm tapering. It sucks. I have far too much time on my hands and I don't like it. But it's part of the process so I have to do it. I thought that if I belted round a parkrun today it would make me feet better. It didn't. It only whet my appetite further. On a plus note, however, talking with David has made me feel almost sane. He's going through exactly the same emotions as I am.
Currently then I'm analysing previous years' results, reading every race report and blog I can and preparing list upon list upon list. I can recite the splits needed to finish in the various target times (which will not be repeated aloud) of best case, worse case and that'll do case.
I've done the training, I think. I've almost covered more miles this year than the whole of 2008 and it's only mid April. I've done several biggies - a 24, 33, 24, 22, 42, 27 a fair few 18-20s and oodles of everything else. I hope it's enough, not too little and not too much.
I'm terrified. I'm excited. I just want to get on with it. I'm like a kid at Christmas wishing my life away just to get to that day. I'm grumpy, moody, and contemplative, more so than usual.
But all good flings come to those who wait they say. I hope they're right.