July seems to be a remarkable month in my running diary. I started running in July 2010, ran my first marathon on 28 July 2012, and now I'm tapering for my first ultramarathon - Swissalpine K78 - that is scheduled for 27 July.
The last couple of weeks before a marathon (or an ultra) are probably the easiest training weeks. You decrease your training volume to let your body recover for the big day. But having said that, tapering period can be the toughest part of the whole journey. Tapering is all about paradoxes. You can feel the adrenaline running through your veins, you are probably in the best shape and ready to head out for a long run at any minute. But you've got to control yourself. You've got to know what you are doing. You've got to take it easy and let these feeling go.
I have been training for my first ultramarathon for almost three months. Well, two months to be precise. I was away from running for four weeks due to an ankle sprain. Now I'm not in the best shape I was expecting myself to be, but I'm absolutely ambitious. I am not sure how hard it would be to run 78 km through mountains, but I know that I'm going to give it my best. I know I'm the happiest when I'm pushing myself achieving what once - not long ago- seemed impossible, what once was not even a dream of mine. I don't know how hard it could be, but I know I feel most alive when I struggle to take the next step.
The last couple of weeks before a marathon (or an ultra) are probably the easiest training weeks. You decrease your training volume to let your body recover for the big day. But having said that, tapering period can be the toughest part of the whole journey. Tapering is all about paradoxes. You can feel the adrenaline running through your veins, you are probably in the best shape and ready to head out for a long run at any minute. But you've got to control yourself. You've got to know what you are doing. You've got to take it easy and let these feeling go.
I have been training for my first ultramarathon for almost three months. Well, two months to be precise. I was away from running for four weeks due to an ankle sprain. Now I'm not in the best shape I was expecting myself to be, but I'm absolutely ambitious. I am not sure how hard it would be to run 78 km through mountains, but I know that I'm going to give it my best. I know I'm the happiest when I'm pushing myself achieving what once - not long ago- seemed impossible, what once was not even a dream of mine. I don't know how hard it could be, but I know I feel most alive when I struggle to take the next step.
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