Just the same, but not at all

My finish time was to-the-second-identical to my Ottawa Marathon time, which is admittedly freakish. But Sunday’s New York City Marathon was a whole different bowl of kettle chips.

No more speed work, no more schnooks, no more Stevil dirty looks

Ahhh, I heart the taper. It’s the only time – ever – I can lie on the couch, watch some quality TV and know for sure I’m not slacking.

Breaking news: Good long run ruined by race

A 10km warm-up followed by a half-marathon at my marathon race pace. That was yesterday’s plan. Too bad it kinda sucked.