I’ve been quiet. Really quiet on this poor little blog. It’s not intentional, just the way things ended up. I’ve been a busy trying to live my life post Ironman. That included nights out with friends, weekends cheering people on, and lots of snuggle time with the puppies and kitty. Not to mention some video games and tv watching.
It also meant a huge fog for me personally. Post IM I got sad. And lost. I was a lost little puppy with nowhere to go. Lots of advice people like to give you (me) is to not plan anything post IM because you don’t know how your body will bounce back. I think that’s a bunch of horseshit. Ironman is not the end all be all and you need to plan for what’s after that. It may be one of the greatest days of your life, but your life still moves forward.
After that I gave blood. I’ve done it a bunch before and never had any ill affects. It knocked me down so hard I couldn’t get out of bed. Literally. I actually had to call in sick because I couldn’t get off the couch. I’ve never experienced something like that. We think it may have been low iron, so I started taking supplements (and need to stick with that) and started to bounce back. But honestly? I still don’t want to get out of bed. And this is months later.
I also started training with my marathon group that I coach about a month after the IM. I will honestly say I don’t think I was recovered enough to start that and with the combination of the whole Iron thing and I’m in a really tough spot. The group is up to 16 miles for this weekend and in the past month I haven’t been able to complete a scheduled long run with them. My group drops me like a bad habit usually and it makes me feel shameful. My HR is soaring for a pace I should ( the pace isn’t unreasonable, my body just isn’t there yet) be able to hold. But right now my body just isn’t happy and I am in a tough spot.
In the middle of feeling lost, I also hired a coach. Someone to help get me through and push me along. As I’ve been working through this fog I, was convinced she might jump on a plane to beat me into workouts, but she’s been incredibly patient and understanding. I KNOW it’ll come back, and I’m willing it to, but I also know it needs to run it’s course so it doesn’t come again soon.
Luckily I’m starting to see a little bit of light. I’m starting to feel like I want to be motivated again. I’m reading a book about a kid from and his story about running. It’s inspiring. I’m ready to get involved and get excited again. I’m getting pushed in the workouts (sometimes I think she’s trying to drown me in the pool) and I’m moving forward.
Basically what I’m saying is, I’m back. I hope you’re ready.