I’m approaching that ethereal period, that no-man’s-land that is the marathon taper. The final obstacle, a 20 miler on Saturday morning, has to be cleared first, and then all I must do is toast my self-confidence on three weeks of psychosomatic illness, virtual calf twinges and moments of arbitrary derangement. The Americans call it taper madness. Here’s a useful article on the subject: www.runnersworld.com/article/0,5033,s6-51-56-0-5958-1-1X2X3X4X5-6,00.html… READ MORE.... …