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Post marathon Blues

Oh my gosh I am so here.......

"Many runners feel a certain kind of loss the days after a marathon. I have even named this feeling the post-marathon blues. It makes sense if you really think about it. You have been consumed with one goal. It defined a huge part of your life for quite some time. Now what do you do? Should you start planning now for something else? When should you start running again? What do you do with those sore, cranky legs?

Never hurry. Never worry. That is your motto for the next 26 days. Many runners don’t plan the few weeks AFTER the marathon and experience injuries, burn out, bad runs and bad moods. Here's what you can do to recover quicker and make you a better runner:" By Julie Isphording, Former Olympian

It has been 9 days since my marathon and I haven't run a lick. I tried to run a little on Saturday because I had foolishly signed up for the Nike + Human Race 10k. Yeah no dice. I had immediate pain in my cranky knee. By Monday I was teetering on the edge of a meltdown. I MISS running. My sense of humor misses running. My patience misses running. My butt misses running. I made an appointment to have a PT look a my knee and make sue nothing is hurt but I can't get in to see them until Friday. Thankfully today it does feel a little better. I am going to keep on the protocol of ice, anti inflammatory drugs, no running, stretching and rolling. I found some articles about post marathon recovery and I am trying to really take them to heart. But I am chomping at the bit to sign up for another race and to get my Paris Marathon training under way. Kids I think a monster has been created. Stay tuned.

Comments

Unknown said…
Wow I dont think I felt anything but relief after my marathon!

I am sure you will recover and be back in your running shoes in no time:)

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