I loped easily into the chilled morning breeze this morning. Not bothering with all the layers, not heeding the rigors of proper hydration, and not even bothering with breakfast.
Instead I basked in the easy simplicity of merely donning a pair of running shoes and heading out the door.
You see, I am in full taper mode. My distance today of 3 kilometres sees me barely warming up the broad muscles of my legs before turning for home — the wind now buffeting at my back.
So I could afford such opportune nonchalance with my morning preparations. Heck I didn’t even bother setting my alarm. I was gone for such a short time that there was no danger of me falling behind in my day by getting a late start.
The hard part of training is over. I can indulge in these more humane niceties. All the better to rest, relax, and recover. The way the 3 R’s ought to be.
For in 94 hours it’ll be time to race once more.