My momma done told me, it’s the Post Marathon Blues….
|That’s me, on the beach with the pina colada.|
For most of the time I am a happy person, I may hide it well behind a sarcastic veil of perceived cynicism, but really behind all those closed doors I am a closet optimist, bouyant, jovial, and a cheerleader for both myself and anyone I can help in any way.
|I am just feeling a little Melan-Collie|
I got a wonderful coach in the amazing Beth @bethrunsfast who have me 4 week chunks of a plan to follow and I did. The Berlin marathon invaded every aspect of my life. Running four days a week was just the start. Conversation at work with other runners was definitely marathon themed. Twitter was a Berlin-fest, especially a DM group that was created by the #UKRUNCHAT crowd. During any music listened to, as I do have two iPods but both have running music on (and mostly the same at that), I pictured the race, the crowds, the finish at the Brandenburg Gate, the giant beers in celebration. When training, hours on end, silent and alone as I circled Regents Park, it was all I thought about.
And the race was a success in every way. I didn’t smash a great time, but I finished comfortably. I set a time I could easily beat next time around. I blogged about the whole adventure, and read the blogs of those I met on the journey to relive the glory. But with those memories still fresh something is missing. My running is a vast empty room
I tailran Hampstead Heath parkrun the next two weeks. I cancelled on the Run with the Girls, but ran a comfortably fast Petts Wood 10K with Judie and Jen. But when I look at the half a dozen 10Ks and a 5K I have left for the year I have little or no interest in them.
I do have an aim, for a sub 50 minute 10K. And I would like to beat my mile PB at least once in the two attempts I have left at the Velopark. But really I don’t care and none of it comes close to the effort for 15 weeks and 1 day that the marathon brought.
Next year, of course, I have countered all of this lost mojo by having the idea of running four, two in the Spring and two in the Autumn, just far enough apart to require some thought re the training. Manchester will be the first on 10th April, and then Copenhagen on 22nd May. Cape Town is 18th September and will mean I will either choose a Summer marathon, maybe the Tromso Midnight Sun, or maybe a late November marathon like Istanbul, maybe both and do 5 in the year. Although Turkey is not the safest place in the world at the moment.
But the sad thing is that even booking these races and talking about them and booking hotels, ordering travel guides from Amazon and setting up Tweet Ups on Twitter still isn’t cutting it and, being realistic, I do not think that anything can or could until I am back in the throes of a 15 week training program.
I guess I just have the post marathon blues (cue the harmonica player) that is all. And I must be thankful, if that is the word that I have had a stinking cold for the last week…
And on top of that, I have had a flare up of tendonitis in my knee that has meant I have been limping around like Verbal Kint and trying everything I can from patella straps, full knee supports, K Tape configurations, BioFreeze, Voltarol Gel, single leg squats and resistance band work to just simple rest to get back into racing shape for the race in Cambridge next weekend.
But maybe feeling so unwell and injured is a Godsend, a silver lining if you like. Whilst it has given me time to reflect on how crappy I feel about post Berlin marathon me, I have an excuse. I am sick, I am injured, I couldn’t get back to my best even if I wanted to. Well, that’s the line I am telling myself, and I just hope I am enough of a sucker to believe it.
In summary, the post marathon blues suck. But they are not permanent. And the more marathons I run I know it will get less and less until I am no longer afflicted. Fingers crossed. But it is pervasive, and unwelcome, and needs to be better understood, by me at least, so recovery plans can be put into place to lessen the long term affects. I, for one, wouldn’t want to be one of those runners who give up running after their one and only marathon.