Post Marathon Blues

Yep it's official folks I've got the post marathon blues. Until yesterday I was feeling pretty darn good, but then I crashed. Maybe I was a little zealous in my 40 miles of bike riding (After my 26.2 in the am, I biked to meet a friend for lunch and then to beach in the afternoon). Maybe the reality that I'm not going to be able to squeeze in another marathon this spring finally sunk in. Whatever it is, it hit hard.

It was better than it looks here.

I was supposed to go on a date last night but the idea of changing into real clothes and putting on make-up was not at all appealing. I knew I wouldn't even begin to make a good first impression, so I cancelled. And then I bailed on my back-up plan of meeting the girls at Margarita's for ladies night because obviously 5:30 pm is way to late to leave the house. I did rally enough to make dinner because I was starving. In fact since Wednesday I have been constantly hungry. I sauteed some kale, mushrooms, onions, and white beans and tossed them with pasta and some of the truffle oil and cheese that I smuggled brought back from Italy.

I ate it on the couch. And then I stayed on the couch watching TV until I finally gave up and went to bed at 9. 





This morning I went to step. It was my first non self paced workout and also the first with impact since the race. I had strange aches and pains all class and felt like I was moving through mud. Ick. I just wanted to sleep all afternoon, but it was amazingly nice out and I knew I had to do something to un-funkify myself. So I whipped up a pick-me up of ice coffee, almond milk, vanilla protein powder, and sugar free hazelnut syrup and headed off to Higgins Beach. I love exploring all the awesome outdoor places by my new house!
 

Sideways feet. This picture will not let me

 turn it around.

Once I was there, I did feel better. I mean really, what problems in the world can't be solved by having warm sand between your toes. It so felt like summer, until I tried to go in the water. I figured it would be kinda like an ice bath. It was. I lasted about 23 seconds.


And now I am trying to motivate myself for my rescheduled date tonight. I hate first dates.