What Do I Do Now?

The first week following a marathon is typical for me. I’m sore and I can’t walk down a flight of stairs without uttering a banshee-like sound. I wait patiently for the race photos hoping there’s at least one I want to purchase. Then, the next Saturday or Sunday after the marathon rolls around. I start remembering … this time last week I was at 16 miles. Wait a minute, this was where my long runs were tucked into my schedule. These were the ones that were a part of my weekends for the past twenty-five weeks. Wow, that’s a lot of time that I blocked off; because, you know, I'm slow. Now, what do I do? I can’t remember all the things I told myself I could be doing instead of that week’s long runs. Suddenly, my closets don’t seem all that in need of cleaning

My mama cat is happy I’m not training long anymore. She’s curled up in my lap. We’re outside. There’s a nice breeze so that the leaves are falling. This is as close as it gets to fall here. We’re watching a hummingbird at my feeder that’s gone about as far south as it wants to. My plan is to work back up to a base so that I don’t have to start from scratch again. Although it goes by quickly, twenty-five weeks is still twenty-five weeks. 

For December, I’ll be content to complete the Runner’s World Run Streak, have fun with the RunChat Hunt, and smile and roll over in bed when rain starts to fall on a Sunday morning. I don’t have to beat the heat or humidity yet.