I’ve just realised that it was about a month between blog posts. That’s a long time and let me tell you why.
The Post-Marathon Hole
Don’t get me wrong. I’ve loved life since the marathon (other than the ongoing will-it, won’t-it concern over one precarious looking toe nail). No, I’ve had a great time and felt like there was almost a new found freedom.
But there was also a hole. A gap left by something that had been a huge part of my live, both emotionally and physically, for six months.
I’ve not felt miserable but felt that something had gone. Like something was missing.
And that is nuts considering that I’ve had brilliant evenings and weekends with my family. Enjoying their company and (sometimes) them enjoying mine too.
I’ve had little enthusiasm for training up until a couple of weeks ago. The concept of crawling out of bed at 5.30 to go for a run is so far removed from my mind that it’s like I never did it before the marathon.
Maybe it’s a bit of healing. Over the weeks since the marathon I have had unexplained knee pains (not starting until 5 days after the race) and pains in my shoulder (come and gone in the space of a week) and I’ve taken these as signs of my body still healing from that amazing effort it produced in April.
It’s almost like grieving too. You know that feeling when you’re not sad all the time but just a little down from time to time when you least expect it? When sitting daydreaming is a better option that getting up and doing something? It’s not like me to behave like that and I think I’m through it, but it was a little strange.
Call it post-marathon blues. Or to continue to use the Shed Seven theme and call it A Hole. I’m out of it now. I’ve got a new bike, rode to Skegness again at the weekend, the big cycling trip of the year is planned and I continue to be inspired by Mrs G’s efforts in training for her London to Brighton challenge.
It’ll be summer soon. That should bring warmer bike rides, brighter evenings, some French cycling and hopefully Mont Ventoux before the RAID in September.
If that little lot can’t get you out of a motivational hole, nothing can!