Someone close to me suggested, before heading off to Boston, that I would likely suffer from Post-Marathon Depression. At the time, I didn’t give it much thought.
Now that the race is over, my bags unpacked and my finisher’s medal resting in the bread basket along with the other bib numbers and medals, I’m at a loss. What to do with myself? The pleasure of not worrying about training is not all that pleasurable. The new found time after work is not all that exciting and I find that I’m missing every little detail about my marathon prep – the good and the bad.
I decided I needed to take a mandatory two week running vacation. When was the last time I did that? I’m hating it, but I know that I’ll be a healthier runner if I rest up and let Princess Piriformis get some well-deserved R&R.
That doesn’t mean I’m not working out. I’m currently using the only machine worse than the treadmill. Of course I’m talking about the elliptical machine. It takes all the joy out of running and replaces it with a weird, frustrating, gliding motion.
This leads me to an obvious conclusion: I need a bike. And I need to start running again. ASAP