A Week Later

It’s been a week since I crossed the finish line on Boylston. It seems like it’s already been a million years. I’m not sore anymore and am proudly sporting my Boston Marathon gear. I’ve been working on my race recap for days now but it’s just not ready. I feel like I’m not quite getting it. The words aren’t flowing just yet. They will come and so will my recap.

In the past week I’ve let myself recover. I’ve done little activity save for my run Saturday morning with my friends. My legs are no longer sore and the only physical evidence of the marathon are the crazy tan lines I got from my taped shoulder.

To be honest, I’m feeling a bit of post-race blues. With no marathons on my calendar, and no possibility for qualifying again, I’m a bit sad. I need this break from marathons, but it’s hard. I accomplished my ultimate marathon goal. Now what? Will I ever be able to qualify again and run the race in Boston I’d like? Will I ever get to feel that excitement and energy that made that right on Hereford, left on Boylston so incredible?

I registered for a September half marathon. That will give me a few months to relax before I train for that. I just have to make myself actually train for a half with the same enthusiasm I have for marathon training. I’ve also starting looking at races for next spring and fall, even considering entering the lottery for London. I might just for fun to see if I get in. I mean, that would be so fun! Other than that I’m looking for local races, one spring and one fall. We’ll see what happens.

How do you get over the post-race blues?

Recovery Week

recovery [ri-kuhv–uh-ree]

noun:

1.an act of recovering.

2.the regaining of or possibility of regaining something lost or taken away.

3.restoration or return to health from sickness.

4.restoration or return to any former and better state or condition.

Recovery seems to mean something different for everyone. For me, it typically means doing as little as possible the week after a marathon. Usually I’m sore for days and walking like a duck up and down the stairs…very slowly. This time around, I decided to have a more active recovery.

Sunday morning I woke up pretty sore. It took me a few minutes to get down the stairs and once I was sitting, getting back up was a little rough. After breakfast with the family I packed up my gym bag and headed out for a swim. Swimming became my favorite workout to do after longer runs over the winter. i knew it would feel good to stretch my legs without any impact. i swam for about a half hour and when I got out of the pool, i felt great. Later in the day I was treated to a Mother’s Day 60 minute massage.

Monday morning I woke up feeling like a new person. My quads were a little sore but I had no problem with stairs or getting up or down. As per my usual routine, I took a full rest day. I drank (and ate) a lot while just hanging out with the kids. I swam again on Tuesday and felt good enough to ride a stationary bike on Wednesday before Anderson’s early childhood class. Today I really wanted to run, but instead I went for a swim and a short bike ride. I really think the swimming, plus massage has help immensely. I think it will be my new go-to strategy.

We were able to find a babysitter and I’m feeling so good, that I decided to run the half marathon Josh and I signed up for months ago. Obviously I’m not going to run really hard because I just don’t think my legs will carry me. I’m just going to run it for the fun of a small town half with Josh.