Sunday, May 16th.
This marathon is in jeopardy.  I am blowing up at all the wrong times.  I had 15 scheduled, and I had the legs to do at least most of it, but I was working on getting a blister in my right arch.  Bandaids were helping, but they only lasted 10 of the 15 miles.  I tried going further, but decided that the injury wasn't going to be worth the distance.  At this point, I can go 26.2 or I can't.  I will know that in about 10 days.
Blisters are innocuous, but they are still something that needs reckoning.  I have damaged that delicate arch tissue, and I don't have time for repair and replacement.  I have NOT, however, damaged the tissue to where the only outcome is repair and replacement.  I was smart enough to stop running before I had a full-blown blister (and all the new virgin tissue below it).  So, I may have enough time to form a small callus.  I may be able to run with some heavy-duty taping and be just fine.  Or I might just have to walk the whole damned thing.  Whatever.
Other than that, I have PF in both feet, my lower back is shot, my right IT is tight, I am fat and I am generally bitchy on all fronts.  I have patience for no one.  I hate people who are fast and can run pain free.  And I hate people who don't have to run at all.  And sick people piss me off.  Oh wait.  I am a hospital nurse.  Go figure.  Taper.  There is a special place in hell for whoever designed taper.
Miles for week:  somewhere over 30.  Who the hell cares anymore.
 
Sounds like you got a right good Taper goin' on!
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