Leave it

My suitcase is on the bedroom floor, slowly collecting up stuff to take to Portland. As life goes on, I resist the urge to remove any items which I’ve deposited fearing they’d never make it back and subsequently be forgotten. As a result I learn to do without items thought to be essential to my everyday activities. My VFF Bikilas and Ms. G fall into this essentials-left-behind category.

Caffeine is another item which falls into this category – not because I fear I’ll leave it behind. Certainly there are coffee shops in Portland. The fear is that I’ll *need* my routine morning fix and will not be able to satisfy it before the gun fires. Most coffee shops aren’t serving Soy Lattes at o’dark thirty. The only problem is that I’m now dragging my sorry butt around the office trying to stay awake.

This final week of marathon taper is difficult enough. While running has dwindled down to next-to-nothing, my emotions and tension are skyrocketing. And while others-also-in-taper are ripping off heads, I am undoing my hydration efforts by spilling precious fluids down my cheeks. I’m not sure which is worse.

Thankfully, I get to do some running – not a lot but some. Let me tell you, it sure was nice to slip on my VFF Treks and run off a bit of my anxiety and emotion. I was able to leave much of it behind, however, I think I left all of my energy out there too.

On second thought, that’s probably a product of my caffeine taper.