Post-Marathon

If ya'll remember from like 2 posts ago, I ran a marathon 10 days ago? errr, yes, 10 days ago... and while you think I would be past my "post marathon blues" ...I feel like it's just started.

I'm attributing the delayed onset to my busy week last week.... between an ochem midterm, my best friend from home visiting, my alien brother occupying wall street in NYC and making my sister's halloween costume... there was no time to be in a funk....

Then the weekend came. With no plans and no commitments and no roommate.

I went for a premeditated 4 mile run Saturday morning that turned into a miserable 2 mile limp due to excrutiating pain in my hip... not a happy camper.
Despite my failed run, I tried my best to stay positive and busy for the rest of the weekend and week... I cleaned, I organized, I dusted, I spent time with one of my best friends.... but still felt, and still do feel, like something in my life is missing.... blah.

It's crossed my mind more than once this past week(end) that I should devote my entire life to running marathons. You know... so when I'm done with one I can just jump on the training schedule again and run another one, and just all together skip the whole post-partum running depression gig.... but then I realized that I look forward far too much to weekends full of friends, laughing and oops, alcohol and pizza...

hello friends....  :)

.....and that's probably not condusive to running multiple marathons in a year.

I'm hoping thinking that a weekend of potential halloween excitement, new fitness adventures and possible future job opportunities will jumpstart my mood.

Now if my body would just get to normal ... I could start running again!