The Boston Hangover
So how is it possible that I'm feeling down within a few hours and now one week later from one of the biggest moments in my life--running the Boston Marathon? I believe it’s a combination of post partum depression and “hello, my name is Ty and I am a running addict.” Okay…there, I said it. Whew!
I’ve had this happen to me before with other races that had a lot of anticipation. San Diego Rock and Roll Marathon in 2007 comes to mind. It was my first marathon and as I’ve written here before, I had delusions of qualifying for
Considering I never ran growing up, it was my first marathon, and I trained 100% by myself without a running group or coach I should have been elated. I remember my cousin, Kristine emailing me “all I can say is the boy’s got wheels!” Being an individual sport and a VERY competitive person I was perhaps far too critical of my performance and wanted to quickly “get back on the horse.” The only problem was that I could barely walk after
I’ve “seen this movie before” with other goals in my life that I’ve achieved where it sometimes leaves you with a bit of an empty feeling. The chase and getting the goal is 99% of it. Then you are left with a feeling of “what do I do now?” The other analogy is looking forward to Christmas as a kid. The closer you got, the more excited you got.
The day after Christmas is the best way to describe it; no more presents to open, the gift or two that didn’t quite meet expectations, and Christmas wrapping paper carnage (or in the case of running, your smelly clothes and thousands of paper cups and goo packs to sweep up.)
As my DailyMile buddy (Bobby) from the
Has this happened to you? How often do you finish a race and either feel, I need another racing fix, or want to improve on what I just did, and pour over the internet to find your next race? That would be me again.
Being a running junkie that needed a fix, I posed the question to Twitterland and my DailyMile peeps and got a number of interesting suggestions on my next marathon, and narrowed it down to Grandma’s Marathon (in Duluth, MN) or more locally, the Steamboat Marathon. Another true confession…I’ve lived in
After a virtual "coin flip," I’ve punched my card to run my next
The other thing I eventually do after a race and after the post partum neurosis subsides is to try and objectively look at what went right, what went wrong, and what can I do to improve. I’ve scheduled myself to go in for an “Oxygen Consumption and Body Composition Analysis” at the
I believe this is part of the next plateau of my training and that is to move beyond Garmin’s mileage and pace statistics to a heart rate monitoring approach to my training. I have no idea what to expect in this lab, but suspect it will look like a Gatorade commercial with some guy in a lab coat and clip board looking over me huffing and puffing on a treadmill. Minus the part of me looking like a Gatorade model of course.
The good news is that I’m trying to pull out of the doldrums and move the energy towards improvement, so stay tuned.
A Final Comment
Do not get me wrong, I am not complaining as I feel privileged to have qualified and run in the most prestigious race in the land, but it’s another 354 days until my next Boston Christmas.