Some people don't like the word "tapering", thinking it suggests a slothful week leading up to your target race. These people tend to prefer "peaking", and the connotation that goes along with it.
This is a debate I have no stake in. Nor do I really bother with the act itself, whatever it's called.
I'm running a half marathon this weekend - yes, another. I seem to keep getting second, which is perhaps the most motivating of all places. You were this close to winning. Or, in the most recent case, I was this close to being this close to not getting totally destroyed. But whatever. Semantics.
So it goes without saying that I'd like to win this one. Because of course I would. And so, probably, would several other relatively fast people I'll run against. It's called a race for a reason.
And yet, one week out, I'm not doing the sorts of things I probably should, in order to prepare. Or rather, I am doing things I probably shouldn't be. The program I'm following - although "following" tends to suggest a stronger adherence than I've had - had me listed for a - ahem - "long run" of 10 miles this weekend; but, you know, I did 12 instead. And then 12 the next day. Also, I did 12 the Wednesday before.
Today's sky and air conditions were just too too inviting though, too well suited for ambulatory bipedal pursuits. So I did 14 today.
Tomorrow, there are hill repeats to hammer out, which I'm really supposed to skip, but won't. Hills are my favorite thing; I'd never run another level step in my life if I weren't racing in Kansas. In other words, I'd sooner skip dinner than Tuesday, AKA Hill Day.
Thursday is tempo day - look it up, it's pretty much a rule - which, this week, will be used to knock out a couple more miles at race effort, just to habituate my legs to that rhythm.
Friday, I'll do some random crap, lift a stupid amount of weights, and drink a ton of veggie juice before bed. Because, science. Then I'll wake up, guzzle more veggie juice - this time beet juice, specifically - something like 4 shots of espresso, then go self immolate on the trails.
That's the, uh, plan?