Last night, I pitifully whined, "I think I have the post-marathon blues."
After considering this a real possibility, I Googled it.
Sure enough, this is real and very common...
I've got it. It is also call "runner's depression."
For months, we runners are consumed with training, nutrition, rest, and recovery-all in preparation for race day. We have been focused on one goal and the moment we cross the finish line,
it is over.
I've been walking around feeling a bit lost the last few days- unusually tired and down.
After further reading, I understand more of what I am feeling, but I have also came to a decision...
No More Wallowing.
I dug into my closet, pulled out the medals I have earned, and layed them out.
I started running distance less than a year ago and in that time have completed 3 half-marathons and 2 full marathons.
As I thought about how much I have accomplished in this short year, my mood began to shift.
I realize that I tend to set high goals for myself.
Qualifying for Boston in my second marathon is no easy feat and, NO, I didn't get there.
Was it for nothing?
I love running.
I love pushing my body and learning what it can do.
I love the running community...so supportive and inspiring.
I love having a goal and planning everyday to reach it.
After some positive reflection today, I am feeling a bit lighter.
It took me 4 months to train, 4 hours to finish, and 48 hours to decide try again.
After all, Boston is the greatest marathon the world has ever known and how can I just give up on that?