It is hardly unusual to experience what some have called post-marathon depression. You have spent months (maybe years) preparing for that marathon goal and, regardless of how it went, it’s over now, and you’re wondering what comes next. It’s a perfectly normal feeling when the crystal clarity of a specific goal gives way to vague uncertainty.
I’m having a harder time finding references to what I’m currently going through: missed marathon depression.
My running year culminates with the California International Marathon (CIM), run in my hometown of Sacramento the first Sunday of each December. This year my plans were thwarted by shin splints and an untimely encounter with Hershey the devil dog.
Intellectually I quickly came to terms with missing the race. But over the period that would have been my taper, I became increasingly moody and downright crabby. Although our local TV station broadcasts wall-to-wall live coverage of the race, I couldn’t bring myself to watch it.
Instead, I went out for a run.
I had a range of emotions throughout that run, but I finished with a sense of calm and serenity. And what can be better than that?
So I think I’ll soon be back on an even keel. After all, it’s only 51 weeks until the next CIM.