Saturday, August 4, 2012


Post-race blues hit me hard this week. I was flying on a cloud for the first couple of days, what with the bragging rights sense of accomplishment and all, but then...I started get the blues.

I'm already signed up for a few more races this year, so I know it's not for lack of having something to look forward to.

It's more like I started to feel tired. And old. Too old for this nonsense. Old enough that I should retire to my couch. Certainly too old to muster the enthusiasm to head to another starting line.

What the heck?

I think it's the summer training wearing me down. Or lack of training, actually. Every run is a struggle, and very short. I think I'm worried about being underprepared for the next tri (3 weeks to go) and for the 10K I'm doing in late September.

I was also a bit discouraged by just how hard the tri was, and just how unflattering some of my race pictures are. Clearly I need to get working on losing the rest of the extra weight that I'm carrying.

So, I'm trying to keep things in perspective. Keep going to boot camp. And even short, slow runs in this weather will be better than nothing at all, right? Would love to put things on hold and just wait for this humidity to break...but...

I guess that's what you get for signing up for summer and fall events. Will be planning next year's race calendar carefully, I can tell you that.

Wait - next year's races?

Guess I'm not ready to give up after all.


So - let's keep this in mind:

Here's this week's recap -

Monday - The day after the Orillia Try-a-Tri and a Rest Day fail. Went to Curves for a light stretch out, but when I go there, the Zumba music was playing and I couldn't help myself. Did the second half of the class, smiled and sweated a lot and THEN stretched. Husband and I took the dog for a walk after.

Tuesday - Rest day. Took the dog for a long, slow stroll.

Wednesday - Curves boot camp.

Blurry. Sorry. But this structure fascinates us. It's just randomly in the middle of the forest. Why?

Thursday - Family walk at High Park. Son, dog and I went on a trail run in the crazy humidity - we managed 15 minutes of 2s and 1s before we all had to give up. But wow - trail running. Uneven terrain, roots, rocks, low hills. That put a smile on my face:

Sweaty. Blurry. Smiling.
Guess a bit of variety is what's needed, eh?

Friday - Errand day. Blah.

Saturday - back to High Park with the dog. More sweaty trail running with lots of walk breaks.  I cannot tell you how much fun I am having running these trails, with my dog off leash running along side me. Great training for her, excellent fun for both of us.

Worn out but still smiling. She sets a great example.

1 comment:

  1. Post race blues are hard. been there. Not to happy with my race pics this year either...oh wait...not to happy with my body this year. :) You are certainly not to old...because that would mean I am. We are not. Hope you are starting to feel rested and ready for the next one!