After my last race, (trying not to be one of THOSE people who runs Boston and then talks about it for months after. Did I mention that I ran the Boston Marathon?) I’m finding myself with a severe lack of motivation to get back out there. The excuses that I’ve used so far are:
- Work has been crazy. I want to do well, so I’m focusing a lot of my energy at it
- My worthless body requires 6 hours of this thing called “sleep”. You just LAY there and do NOTHING!!! On top of that, it requires it EVERY DAY!? Ugh, so much upkeep for this stupid meat sack
- I have ZERO races officially on the calendar. Like, none
- I’m still trying to get back into the groove w/ running with no pain post stress fracture
- Because of time with my son, varying schedules with work/running/family,
and booze filled passed out stints, I’m having a really hard time finding consistency. Consistency is KEY
Marathon blues, the void that a major race ran leaves behind, is a tough one to shake. I feel like people assume that someone who is my speed or that because I am a coach I should be impervious to post race blahs. The reality is that unless I have a very clear goal in front of me right after a race I slack off a bit until I find one. Never mind the fact that I slacked off most of the spring because of my stress fracture, I’m just finding it hard to get up the motivation.
There are lots of things that I could do to get back on track. Quit my job and start running 120 miles a week for one. While that would be fun, my useless body not only requires 6+ hours of sleep to function, it also requires FOOD – and that costs money. So, the job stays.
Soooo anyway. That is that – back on track starts NOW. I feel like I’ve been to confessional. Does that mean I can drink more wine? I’d better have some wine to be sure. Mmmmm, confession.