>The marathon is over, my birthday is over, I need to go on a diet and I’ve spent my piggy bank – yup it feels like January in October…
I knew it would come but it never fails to sock me round the head – the post-marathon dip. I won’t bore you with the detail of my self-pity – you may stop reading this blog altogether – but suffice it to say I’ve been moping. I turned 37 on Sunday and celebrated with a big party on Saturday night. For the past couple of years my marathons have always been on or just after my birthday so I’ve never really partied – this year, for the first time, I could let my hair down. Or out. I borrowed a karaoke machine, got a couple of boxes of wine and beer (Janey Wine-box – that’s me!) and invited 20 great friens. Fun was had by all, I even coped with my actual birthday without feeling too horrible but Monday morning – oh what a surprise! – came the smackdown. I’m still in it I think. I feel tired, bored, unmotivated and generally whingey. If you met me for a coffee, I’d whine at you. And why am I whining?
I guess that after the race and the travel and a late party I am tired. But that’s not the full reason I feel that somebody has just switched on the strip lighting and I am seeing myself and my life for what I truly am – I think the real reason is that I don’t have a plan!
Marathon training structures my life. I always have what I’ve run and what I’ve got to run in the back of my mind. I use it to plan my life around it and though I don’t always follow it to the letter, it is very rare that I don’t know at least what I should be doing. There’s a plan – and there’s a goal. Without it I am clearly a slightly podgy, grumpy undisciplined person. Or so it feels now anyway.
Obvious answer – make a new plan. And I will. But I’m still in that bit of the whinge where I haven’t pulled myself together, kicked myself up my behind and sorted myself out. I went out for my first run this morning – 3M in the dark with my little headlight on – and that felt a bit better. I started weightwatchers online yesterday morning and although I am still struggling to stay within my daily allocated 20 points I can see that I’ve fallen into some bad habits recently and I’m feeling quite positive about readjusting things.
Running-wise I’m a bit in 2 minds. I am feeling really good physically and there is a little part of my brain which is wondering whether maybe I can just squeeze in another marathon before Christmas? I’ve been googling “7 weeks between marathons” and while neither Uncle Hal nor the Pfitz think this is the most sensible option known to man, they don’t think it is totally crazy either, provided you listen to your body. Race options are few – the only real contender is Luton which is basically a dump, but they are hosting a marathon and it might just shake the whingeing out of me.. Ideas? Views? Is it mad? ShirleyPerly – what’s your take?
As I write an e-mail from a friend pops into my in-box saying that she thinks I must be on a low after the race and the party and to “take it very easy” for a while… Hmmm. I can see where she would vote on the above brainwave..
Longish-term I have been given my place in the London Marathon for 2009 and I intend to start training for that over Christmas – so even if I ran Luton I could then take 3 weeks off completely before starting again…
You can probably tell I’m not quite sure about anything right now. I’ll wait and see – get my eating on track, do some running and see how I feel over the weekend. In the meantime, I’ve cheered up just by sharing my misery with you all. Forgive me! And thanks for listening.