We've all heard of the marathon blues, which I have managed to pretty much avoid since becoming a mother because I am too busy for that nonsense, but this time I had a marathon binge. More to the point, a post-marathon binge. Man oh man... I have eaten ALL of the bad stuff this week: cake, donuts, potato chips, ice cream, diet cola, fries, more ice cream... oh my. I guess it was good to get it all out of my system; I really, really craved it all.
Moving forward! What's next, you ask? I intend to do a 5k on June 3rd with the same friend from church whom I accompanied on her first 5k back on March 25th. But I do intend to get some rest from running. I have not run a step since the Frisco Railroad Run Marathon. I plan to take 26 days off from running. That is, from the marathon until one week prior to the 5k. Sound good? An odd number, I know, but I think my body deserves it. As much as I would like to get right back out there (and believe me, I want to) I think it is probably best to give my body some time off from the sport I love. In retrospect, I ran three marathons within six months. And I only took off about seven weeks total. Yikes!
I do not have a maintenance plan for the summer just yet, but I will likely begin training for marathon #7 (either C or S, time and funds will tell...) in late July, which will give me about 16 weeks to prepare. That gives me 7-8 weeks in the summer months to base train, cross train or who-knows-what. Oh the possibilities! For now I am going to enjoy the so-called downtime. Here goes nothin'.