It’s crazy to think that 11 days ago (to the minute) I was about to start the Boston Marathon. Sometimes it all feels like a dream and I’m sitting here wondering, ‘Did that really happen?’
Yep, it sure did.
I seem to go back and forth between being high on post-Boston adrenaline and low on post-Boston blues. Sharing more stories at the Marathon Clinic last night took me right back. If I try hard enough, I can see the crowds and hear the sounds and feel the heat. I look at the pictures and relive moments that I hope to remember forever. It was truly a once in a lifetime experience. Yes, I will do it again (as soon as possible), but there will never be another “first Boston” – I’m not quite sure if that makes me feel elated or depressed.
Boston was hyped up so much for so long that I honestly wondered if if could possibly meet my high expectations. Of course, it blew them out of the water. From the start line to the finish line and everything before, after and in between, it was everything they said it would be and more.
Confession: I’ve been in extreme
lazy recovery mode, which I had planned for one week but not necessarily two. Whoops. I’ve been out for a couple of short, easy runs but I feel pretty sluggish in general. I seem to have taken an impromptu hiatus from cycling and swimming… back at both next week!
Confession 2: My diet is out of control and needs to get back on track STAT. It’s a slippery slope once I get off track. I’m too embarrassed to even tell you what I’ve been eating! I feel like a fat kid trapped inside a [Boston] marathoner’s body.
So aside from getting off the couch and out of the treat cupboard, what’s next? This week I signed up for the next big thing. Stay tuned…