It’s not quite off-season yet but, mentally, I’m already there by the pool with my waffles. I still have the Miami Half Marathon next weekend, but it’s almost impossible for me to be in a competitive or ambitious frame of mind after a marathon. Instead I’m in more of a lethargic, sloth frame of mind…
Sloth – a disinclination to action or labor
That pretty much says it all! I am disinclined to action!… Unless that action is getting up to find a Coke or a waffle.
And I’m not talking about the waffles I feed my kids, the organic vegan buckwheat homemade waffles. I’m talking about Eggo waffles my friends (see the “sloth” definition above). And no organic maple syrup. No no, I want the generic, synthetic, laboratory-made syrup this week. I mean, come on, I can’t mix Coca Cola with organic, fresh maple syrup taken directly off a tree in Vermont! I just ran a marathon!! This calls for a celebration of trash and decadence!! (and to the person in my house sitting across from me with the organic maple syrup giving me looks of disgust, please see the blue medal on the wall shaped like a mouse with the word “MARATHON” on it, tks)
Mainly I’m just lazy. Sure, I did the 5 miles on Friday because I felt I had to, but that’s going to be it until race day. Major workouts will not start until February.
I tell myself after every marathon that I have earned a week of being lazy. But then the marathon comes and goes and I end up being lazy for 2-4 weeks instead. I’m not physically tired (if you don’t count the FLU I finally caught from my family) but more mentally tired of giving a darn about every little thing that ties into running and racing (diet, mileage, sleep schedules, calories, hydration, etc etc). Right now I’m only interested in doing the least amount of thinking or work possible. Oven toaster waffles take 4 minutes by the way.
Unfortunately, I will not have my normal 2-4 weeks paid leave in Slackersville this time because I’m supposed to be meeting with a lot of old friends in Miami this weekend and running the half marathon with one of them. Also unfortunate is that my friend is NOT a slacker, has never BEEN to Slackersville, and is wanting to run this race at a serious clip. I about choked when I heard my friend’s interpretation of a “just enjoying the race and the atmosphere” pace description. So, because my friend comes from Winnertown, today is my last day of fun and waffles…. until the second I cross the finish line in Miami next Sunday!
Ok, time to go… I’m pretty sure there is some chocolate that needs eating somewhere.
What is your favorite post-marathon food??
What is your biggest guilty pleasure activity after a race?