Honor Thy Mother, Thy Father, and Thy Taper.

Ahhhh. The taper.

Why is it SO hard to love thee? You tease me and you taunt me. You make every piece of food tantalizingly tempting. And you give me the appetite to boot.

I have not yearned for you. Yet, I have dreamt of you. And you have haunted me.

So, here you are! I believed this time would be different and I would be able to outwit your tenacity. Granted, I have thus utilized my power to shorten your visit, whether the well-educated marathon runner would agree or not, that this was the correct course to execute. I have given you ten days. Yes, 10 DAYS, where others may have given you 14, or 20, or even 24. But, I’m listening intently. And every inkling of my being says,

“You are going to be OK. You are going to survive this taper.”

Caution: Beware of Tapering Runner

Caution: Beware of Tapering Runner

I have honored you, perhaps not to the extent that you would have expected. But, what more could you expect? It is you, YOU, that keeps me from racking up my weekly miles…although, it isn’t so much the miles as it is the TIME that I get to spend on the road. It is the TIME that I cherish most. The unadulterated, uninterrupted, quality TIME that running gives me, both in the present and that TIME which it is buying me for my future. Now, do you understand?

Stop! Taper Time

Stop! Taper Time

Oh, thy taper. I know I can’t go much longer. But I also know that in 5 days time, you will get your revenge. I shall go from nothing to everything…all in the matter of 26.2 miles. And then, only then, shall I sing your praises. Only THEN will you get the honor you so deserve. Yes, then I will be grateful I had you in my life for 10 days. Ten long, hard, overwhelming, tense, anxiety driven days.

Oh, taper. I hate thee. But I love thee. God speed to you.

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