Boston Doldrums
"Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The whole day down."
(Boomtown Rats)
Politically incorrect lyrics by today's standards, but fitting. I've seen this movie before (or heard this song as it were.)
I am two weeks removed from the Boston Marathon and I'm still suffering from the Boston Blues...those doldrums you encounter often after a marathon. That period usually riddled with a lot of "second-guessing" and pouring over race schedules to see when you can either capitalize on a great race (and conditioning,) or redeem what you thought was a bad performance.
For me, it's more of the later, but it's also case of only 1-2 battery squares. You know, if you were cell phone, how many squares you'd have. I was fatigued going into Boston as witnessed by the two solid nights of sleep the 48 hours prior to the race (never happened before.) Post-Boston, it has not been much better. In the two weeks since, I have swam three times, biked once, and only ran twice. Trust me...that's taking it easy by my obsessed standards, but the first workout, I cut it short as I was completely tapped out.
I know myself well enough to know that I need to have a plan after a major race to deal with my run neurosis. I had a general plan prior to Boston, but I still don't have my first race picked. Perhaps my brain is as tired as my body. I don't want to put myself in the "burn-out" category because that sounds incurable, but I'm on the "hairy edge" of it.
The other thing about me is that if my battery is running low, I'm less equipped to deal with other challenges. I suppose that's common.
Prior to Boston, I received an email from a fitness magazine asking me if I'd like to participate in a race and charity campaign. This was a men's publication and they said I would be included in an issue. As I left for Boston, the language changed from "like to participate" to "being considered." Post-Boston, I got the "went another direction" email. This was a crazy insane offer I was flattered to be even considered for especially since male bloggers are a bit of a rare breed thus limits your options.
Second-guessing ensued.
Perhaps I should refrain from the occasional "F-bomb" in my posts or did they read, "Fifty Shades of Marathon Grey" and consider me too risque? Not enough airbrush in the department to glossy me up? Regardless, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed. A kick to the groin.
Last night I also got an email from my running coach telling me that she's moving. This is a personal decision which I won't get into and FULLY support, but my second blow. I'm not sure what I'll do, but she's dedicated and offered to continue coach online. Happy for her, but this also set me back a bit. #ouch
If I haven't lost you yet (thank you,) you're probably saying, "put your big boy pants on" and quit wallowing in misery. Yes. You are right. Aside from a busy day at work, I set my summer triathlon plans in motion. One of my four goals this year was to improve my triathlon game. My weakest link is the open water swim so I signed up for the U.S. Masters Swim association which is a requirement to swim at the nearby reservoir which opens this Saturday. The game plan is coming together. Perhaps motivated by this, my lunch workout was a mile swim. The irony was I felt great in the water, and even lapped the younger swimmer in the lane next to me...three times. He was younger, and looked like a swimmer. I still look like a runner trying to be a swimmer, and improve my triathlon game.
This Monday just got better. Game on for goal number four and secret new goal number five.
I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The whole day down."
(Boomtown Rats)
Politically incorrect lyrics by today's standards, but fitting. I've seen this movie before (or heard this song as it were.)
I am two weeks removed from the Boston Marathon and I'm still suffering from the Boston Blues...those doldrums you encounter often after a marathon. That period usually riddled with a lot of "second-guessing" and pouring over race schedules to see when you can either capitalize on a great race (and conditioning,) or redeem what you thought was a bad performance.
For me, it's more of the later, but it's also case of only 1-2 battery squares. You know, if you were cell phone, how many squares you'd have. I was fatigued going into Boston as witnessed by the two solid nights of sleep the 48 hours prior to the race (never happened before.) Post-Boston, it has not been much better. In the two weeks since, I have swam three times, biked once, and only ran twice. Trust me...that's taking it easy by my obsessed standards, but the first workout, I cut it short as I was completely tapped out.
I know myself well enough to know that I need to have a plan after a major race to deal with my run neurosis. I had a general plan prior to Boston, but I still don't have my first race picked. Perhaps my brain is as tired as my body. I don't want to put myself in the "burn-out" category because that sounds incurable, but I'm on the "hairy edge" of it.
The other thing about me is that if my battery is running low, I'm less equipped to deal with other challenges. I suppose that's common.
Prior to Boston, I received an email from a fitness magazine asking me if I'd like to participate in a race and charity campaign. This was a men's publication and they said I would be included in an issue. As I left for Boston, the language changed from "like to participate" to "being considered." Post-Boston, I got the "went another direction" email. This was a crazy insane offer I was flattered to be even considered for especially since male bloggers are a bit of a rare breed thus limits your options.
Second-guessing ensued.
Perhaps I should refrain from the occasional "F-bomb" in my posts or did they read, "Fifty Shades of Marathon Grey" and consider me too risque? Not enough airbrush in the department to glossy me up? Regardless, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed. A kick to the groin.
Last night I also got an email from my running coach telling me that she's moving. This is a personal decision which I won't get into and FULLY support, but my second blow. I'm not sure what I'll do, but she's dedicated and offered to continue coach online. Happy for her, but this also set me back a bit. #ouch
If I haven't lost you yet (thank you,) you're probably saying, "put your big boy pants on" and quit wallowing in misery. Yes. You are right. Aside from a busy day at work, I set my summer triathlon plans in motion. One of my four goals this year was to improve my triathlon game. My weakest link is the open water swim so I signed up for the U.S. Masters Swim association which is a requirement to swim at the nearby reservoir which opens this Saturday. The game plan is coming together. Perhaps motivated by this, my lunch workout was a mile swim. The irony was I felt great in the water, and even lapped the younger swimmer in the lane next to me...three times. He was younger, and looked like a swimmer. I still look like a runner trying to be a swimmer, and improve my triathlon game.
This Monday just got better. Game on for goal number four and secret new goal number five.
YEAH!! Sometimes it takes a while for the mojo to come back. I know for sure I'd be in the same boat as you if I didn't already have another race scheduled. I AM questioning my sanity in signing up for a 70.3 that was a mere 8 weeks post Boston. Especially given the BRUTAL winter we've had. I'll be lucky if I get much in the way of any open water swimming done before we go!
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