Every time I run a race that I’ve trained hard for, I end up the same way.
The first week I’m super excited and can’t wait to do another one. And I also really enjoy the downtime — no early morning runs, no pressure, sweatpants all the time. Living like a normal person.
Then the next week I get a bit antsy.
By the third week, I’m full on crazed, feeling disgusting and out of shape and convinced if I don’t get going NOW, I’ll turn into some lazy slob.
I’m kind of there right now.
This past weekend, I ran about 12 easy miles on Saturday. On Sunday, I turned down a request to do it again with a friend, trying to be smart and opting instead for a short, solo run. Then I ran into another friend on that, and instead of running the mile home like I had planned, to log a nice 5 for the day, I ended up running him to his neighborhood, then back to mine — for an unexpected 10-miler.
It was no big deal to run that, but it gave me 40 for the week and was probably a little more than I meant to do. My goal has been to cross-train and take it easy the rest of the year.
That never works.
So, now I’m obsessing over next year. Try to get speedy again and run a spring marathon?
Be a wackadoo and shoot for a 50-miler? I’m seriously looking into this and this. They both look horrible/awesome. I don’t know yet. But registration for Ice Age opens in a few weeks, and closes in 2 days, so I better start thinking.
In other running, did you read this? It’s pretty fabulous.