Hi.  My name is VJB and I’m an addict.  Sure there are many more destructive and much less healthy things to which I could be addicted , but my physiological urge to run is making me very uncomfortable.  Up until now, tapering’s reprieve from running has primarily been a welcome relief.  I was so physically and emotionally drained from training that backing off from significant activity was a complete necessity.  Today, however, I feel like a high voltage switch was flipped inside me.  I’ve progressed/digressed from a mostly calm state of rest to being overtaken by an itching impulse to move.  This sensation is different from any mental anxiety or impatience in anticipation of the event.  The most accurate description I can muster is that I’m in a heightened  state of corporeal uneasiness and feel as though there are hundreds of ants, spiders and other creepy crawlers coursing through my veins.  I am seriously going to jump out of my skin if I don’t get out there and log some miles now.   I imagine that the meth junkies on Breaking Bad must always be in this habitual state of unrest.  Luckily I have some self-control.  My ankle requires another day of recovery more than I need an endorphin fix.

In an attempt to distract myself from the call of my running shoes, I set about taking care of things that needed to be done before I fly out on Friday.  One such errand was stocking up on essential provisions for my trip:

I managed to make it past the Halloween candy aisle without grabbing any M&Ms, apparently in possession of all kinds of crazy (self-control) today.