It’s been a week and a day since my big PR and marathon. I am insanely proud. It finally hit me this weekend when someone asked my time and how it went. Saying 3:59:35 and hearing the “Wow, you broke 4 hours” feels great. I will admit it. But…I didn’t realize how much pressure I had actually put on myself…until now.
Towards the end of the marathon training I had told myself I was done. My body needed a break and my mind needed a break. Hell, my social life wanted a break. Giving up late nights and/or sleeping in to go run for 3 hours isn’t exactly fun (I mean yes, the end result is fun but lets be real, 5 am ISN’T fun). I felt like I was burnt out on the speed work and the focused runs and the constant pressure of hitting a time. I said I would give myself a break from this.
Yes, I am still training for Goofy with TNT but I have no pressure on that time at all. Yes, I have plenty of 1/2 marathons planned for the rest of this year and the beginning of the year. But another marathon, a serious one, not quite yet. Okay, yes, I have paid for Big Sur for May but I am not 100% sure I
can want to do it again.
This “lazy” training is kind of nice. No specific goals. No pressure. Just nice easy, fun running.
So what is the problem?
I think my
body mind kinda misses the intensity. I am mourning the loss of my schedule. And it’s only been a week. WTF.
Maybe it’s my Type A personality. Maybe it’s because my friends are already talking about next years Wineglass Marathon and I don’t want to miss out. Or maybe its just because I love the challenge.
Who knows. But I kinda miss it.