Case of the Blahs
I guess it’s time for the race feel goodness to wear off. I woke up with a scratchy and sore throat, and general achiness. Ah, I guess the almost traditional cold coming on after the race. I’m pretty sure Mike gave it to me, thanks buddy!
I think the cold is making me feel tired. I’m tired with just the idea of running right now. Mike mentioned that maybe I would want to run the Burning River 100. I hadn’t even thought about that..after all, I don’t want to waste all that training. But I can’t even wrap my head around a 50K right now. I probably won’t do the Rattlesnake 50K, we may go visit friends that weekend.
I think I am just having that post race depression—I’ve had this goal for months, for about the last year. And now it’s over, and I didn’t even achieve my goal. At least this DNF stings less than Masochist, I guess since I did not drop from the race but was DQ’d for not meeting the time requirements. But it does still sting.
Now there is nothing special to do. I don't feel special. I don't have any goals. I'm not aweing people with my tales of 20 or 30 mile runs.
Well, I am off to wash floors. See? Four weeks ago I would have prepping for a long run, strapping on my waist pack, donning my socks and shoes and sweatband. What am I doing today? Washing floors.