It happens every time I run a big event. From 5ks through the marathon, anything I train for and then complete ends with a post-event blah period.
I’m not sure why or the psychology behind it. It just is, and I’m pretty used to it now. I’ve learned to cut myself some slack and roll with it.
I picked back up my food journal, got a little work done, took the kids to the park and relaxed. My body needed it!
Right now I’m on the couch next to Irish and Mr. Dorito Man.
I had one and then thought better of it. Those darn things are so freakin’ addictive. So I hit the fridge, cut some cucumber, topped it with The Laughing Cow and turkey pepperoni.
Compromise, baby. I’m having a snack but not THAT snack. Know what I mean?
Anyway, I just wanted to pop in and let you know I’m still alive after this weekend, sore has hell, but alive. :)