First there was nervousness. Then there was misery. Next came pure euphoria. Now all that’s left is a bit of depression.
Post race blues are actually pretty common. I was just talking to my friend the other day who finished her first marathon the day after I finished my first 70.3. She said she was having a rough week because everything seemed a bit off. When I mentioned “post race blues” she considered this and admitted that it suited just how she was feeling. I told her that I completely understood what she was feeling.
The day after a big race all you want to do it slump on the couch and stuff your face with vittles that you didn’t dare touch during the week leading up to the race. For me, it was pizza, chips and chocolate. I felt like I had earned a little splurge. Then I kept eating the same amount of food I was consuming during my training phase. I still felt so hungry for some reason even though I wasn’t burning any where near the same number of calories. I realized that I had to cut back on my food intake and that made me depressed.
The DOMS (delayed onset muscles soreness) lasted a couple of days. It made perfect sense to take a complete day off on Sunday (the day after my race). However, on Monday I wasn’t quite sure what to do. I really didn’t want to rest. I really felt a NEED to go out and get moving. So, I decided to do a semi-workout. I loaded up the girls in the jogging stroller and hobbled/walked/jogged for about 2 miles. Every time I started jogging I thought that maybe I was an idiot. That made me depressed. Every time I walked I would see someone run by. That made me depressed. I just decided to go home and cry.
When Tuesday rolled around I was set to head to the gym (because that is what I do every Tuesday). I wasn’t sure what I was going to do at the gym, but I was determined to get there. The DOMS appeared to be wearing off so I decided to run on the treadmill. I only ran. There was no walking involved. Then I decided to go for a swim. I tried to tell myself that I didn’t need to do more than one workout, but my mind was still in double/triple workout per day mode. So, I just decided to do a short 30 minute easy swim.
Hello Wednesday! I couldn’t go too long without getting on the bike (I mean, I did used to take a ride at least 3 times per week before the race). I opted for a flat route (good choice) and settled for a one hour ride. I tried to tell myself to go slow. I tried to tell myself to just enjoy the scenery. I couldn’t. I tried to pass as many cyclists as I could. Then I was left wondering why I felt so tired at the end of the day. I couldn’t figure out why I wanted to go to bed early or why I didn’t feel so energetic.
Yes, then there was Thursday. Once I again I grabbed the jogging stroller (along with 75 pounds of weight) and headed out for 5 miles of pure running. I was feeling great at the turnaround point and then my running started to get slower and slower. I kept wondering what had happened to my running libido. That made me sad.
Okay Friday. If you insist. I took the day off. That made me depressed.
I was hoping to run with my running group on Saturday morning, but I had to work. Therefore, I decided to hit the trail early and run 6 miles. That was my long run for the week. I figured it wasn’t too bad. After I reached the 3-mile mark and turned around, I realized that I had been running slightly uphill for the first 3 miles. That made me smile.
Sunday. Once again I couldn’t go too long without getting on that bike. And no, I didn’t choose a flat route. I chose a very hilly route. Yeah, brilliant.
I feel kind of lost. I don’t have a training plan. I am not signed up for a race, but I do spend many hours browsing through active.com. I have been contemplating my next move. I think that once I sign up for a new race that my post race blues will disappear. Hopefully.