It's a very bittersweet moment. While I'm ready to ease up and let my body recover, the fact that my next long run will be in New York City scares me a tad.
Before now I always had a buffer of another run. One more chance to figure out the fueling, the clothing, the pacing. If something went wrong, it was OK: There was always next week.
But THIS IS IT.
Sure, I still I have plenty of miles to go before November 6 -- tapering isn't all food and sleep -- but all the runs are less than 13 miles. It's not the same.
I may or may not be freaking out. Just slightly.
Wish me luck!
P.S. - I'm thinking of wearing glitter and sequined ribbon in my ponytail for the race. Thoughts?