what’s a girl to do when, after running a marathon, she has no desire to get out of bed in the morning, much less tie on her shoes and go for a run?
i don’t know where my running mojo went. i don’t know why i suddenly want nothing more than to sleep until 6:30 am every day.
i think, i want a running buddy.
i think, i should give up running for a while and try something new. maybe i should buy that new bike i’ve needed for three years.
i think, i ran a marathon, and it’s OK to relax. really. if i don’t want to run today, i don’t have to. (but but but. i love running.)
mostly, i think, i am burned out on these roads. i need new places to run. i know every corner, every house, every park, every blade of grass for five miles.
so i grumble and groan and put on my shoes and run 2.67 miles. and i blow through the first mile in 8:22. and average an 8:54 pace.
dear running, i love you, but you confuse the hell out of me.