It's hard to believe that a week ago this morning I was up and getting ready to head to the train station to board a bus to head to Hopkinton to run the Boston Marathon. Pictured above is Boston's Beacon Hill (I think). Boston was a surprisingly beautiful, interesting, and pleasant place. I was so focused on the marathon that I did not give much thought to the city itself. Of course being there with several friends added immeasurably to the joyful experience.
Boston is so full of history, which I knew, but one of the more surprising things to me was how friendly everyone was. The cynics say they turn that on for marathon weekend. Didn't seem that way to me. All I know is that I enjoyed being there and found the locals very helpful.
I guess you noticed I did not post much last week. Some would call it the post-marathon blues, I suppose. I just didn't have much energy or desire to do much of anything last week. All that makes sense from a physical and an emotional standpoint. I had been focused on Boston for so long, and now it's over. There is always a let down or a transition after such a big focus. It's all good, fine.
My body is well on its way to recovery. I'll take it fairly easy this week again. Last week I rode on Thursday evening and again on Saturday, both 31 mile rides. I ran 5 miles Saturday morning. I felt pretty good on Thursday's ride. Of course the weather was perfect - low 70s. Mike, Bill, John and I rode the Amish Loop. We had a nice southerly tailwind for the return trip. I was pretty pumped because I held 32-34 mph the last mile or so down the highway. Saturday was a different story. I felt the the residual fatigue from the marathon and from the morning run. I struggled a bit on the return trip into a headwind. It was just Bill and me on that ride. I enjoyed the time and conversation.
Today is about getting back into a routine. The last two weeks were short, due to travel to/from Boston. I'm behind in most areas, so it's "catch up" time. I have a list that filled a complete sheet of paper. Included on the list is "Training Plan Started." I know my ultimate goal right now is a full Ironman in 2014, but I need to map out a fairly clear path to get there. Swimming is the key.
Speaking of swimming, I dreamed at least a couple of times last night that I was drowning. I'm not kidding! The good news is that I didn't drown, and in the last scene, I actually relaxed and allowed myself to float to the surface (yes, Rand you told me this would happen). I woke up before I was able to breath. I'm going to take this as a divine sign that I will be relaxed in the water, will not drown, and will learn to swim SOON. I'm headed to the pool tonight to resume the quest.
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