I can’t tell if it’s the weather or post race burnout, but once again I find myself in a workout funk. It’s been mostly raining and in the 50’s here for the past two weeks and I feel gray most days just like the sky. Looking for any excuse not to lace up, I am at a new low and actively seeking ways to get out of my workouts. It’s not that I don’t want to do them, I just don’t really want to do them. And it’s different than after the marathon when I knew I just put my body through hell and needed a long mental and physical rest, so I just took it. I gave myself permission to sit on the sidelines and cheer everyone else on. I didn’t feel guilty one bit during that break but I totally feel like I’m not doing enough now. Even if I just show up, I’m dogging the workouts and not pushing myself. Most of the Fidelity Foxes bounced back really fast after the half marathon and were back at the box or out running by Tuesday. I felt the need to crawl under many covers and hibernate.
I just can’t figure it out. It’s not nearly as difficult to wake up in the morning and get to class at 5:30, the sunrise and the birds chirping are the best things to wake up to. It’s not that the kids are any busier now. The spring sports seasons have been in full swing since March. It’s not that I’m not getting enough sleep. I’ve fallen asleep between 8 and 8:30 at night more times than not the past few weeks. Maybe it’s all just hitting me now. Maybe the mental break of knowing there’s no upcoming race has allowed me to finally feel the fatigue.
I am terrified of losing ground. I can easily feel the difference in strength since I had backed down to one time a week for CrossFit. While yoga was so important to my training, I should’ve figured out how to keep two strength sessions in place during the week.
Regardless of the “why”, I’ve got to keep moving forward no matter the pace. It’s time I take my own advice.
Track night is tonight and I hope a few fellow Mamas join me. It’ll be the much needed sunshine on this dreary day.