I can’t seem to stop thinking about running. In fact, I think I’m a bit obsessed at this point. Is there a support group I can join? Is this just a phase I’m going through?
I’ll be honest with you: a couple of weeks before running my first half-marathon, I was starting to fantasize about what my life would be like post-race training. No more long runs for a while. I’d have my Sundays back. I’d be able to do Netflix marathons or sit down to read a book. I could make appointments or do things after work any night I wanted instead of trying to plan things on my scheduled rest days. I could go out on Saturday nights with my husband and/or friends and drink and eat whatever I wanted without having to worry about um…ahem….tummy issues the next day during my long runs.
The day of the race finally arrived and as I struggled through those last very hot, very tiring 2.1 miles, I kept telling myself that this is it. After this, I’m done. I’ll rest. I’ll take a break. Netflix, here I come! Game of Thrones series, I will finally be able to sit down and read you!
Yeah, right. Those thoughts lasted exactly 24 hours. By the next day, I was already thinking about how I’d be able to get in one more half-marathon before winter set in. I was already missing not having a scheduled, training program in my life. Yesterday, a running co-worker of mine told me about a local half-marathon later next month. Today, I have a training program all printed out, ready to post on the front of my refrigerator.
I’m re-reading sources regarding nutrition, how to improve pace, yada, yada, yada. I can’t stop thinking about running.
I’m sick and I need help.
But first, let me just finish this one half-marathon next month, and then I’ll be done.