(Or, "The One in which Pubsgal Moans About 'Post-tri Letdown'.")
Happy Monday! I hope you all enjoyed a wonderful weekend! We had *nothing* planned for a change, and it was nice. Thing 2 & I went on an outing on Saturday to the library and the park; I loved our playtime together. On Sunday, our family tried to go to our favorite pumpkin farm, Little Creek, but when we drove by, no pumpkin patch! I was really bummed. I suppose The Things are starting to outgrow the simpler ones, though, when there are so many exciting rides and things at some of the other ones in our area. Thing 1 solemnly said that line that so often comes out of our own mouths: "You get what you get, and you don't get upset." (I need to discuss "context" with the lad, obviously...or maybe use that line a little less often.) So yes, I silently mourned for awhile. We ended up going back in a northerly direction and stopping at a park the kids hadn’t been to in awhile, and that cheered us all up greatly.
I noticed that the acronym of the post title, "WITL," is one transposition away from spelling "WILT." How appropriate. The post is so-titled, even after a lovely weekend, because I think the post-race letdown finally caught up with me. I read about it, of course, and was expecting it last week. However, it seems to have delayed itself until this week. I took it really easy last week, and I had missed my planned workout on Friday, so it was weird: I simultaneously felt like I MUST be doing *something*, but I also didn't feel like doing *anything*. (Except eating and napping...got the first done but not the second, and I really wish it had been the other way around, except that napping makes the weekend seem shorter.)
I was throwing on my running clothes on Sunday morning, about to run to the donut shop to get the kids' breakfast. Thing 2 decided that she wanted to come with me. I turned to Mr. Handsome-and-Handy, verging on an exercise-denial tantrum: "I'm going to take her with me now, but I HAVE to get a half hour to run sometime today!" But when run time arrived, I felt absolutely no joy in my run. Even though the weather was gorgeous, running didn’t energize me like it often does when I've rested for a couple of days. And today? Meh. I went to the gym and ran on the treadmill, but I am so not feeling the love. I guess scaling back one week wasn't really enough. I thought it would be after only doing a sprint triathlon.
I did find an article to re-read that offered some advice: "Don't Be Singin' the Post-Race Blues." I'm not feeling sad, per se, but just very lack-luster on the exercise front. The article gave me some ideas, though: I think I'll be taking it a bit easier this week. Oh, I'm still on for the Pumpkin Run on the 18th, and I have another 5K planned for November 8th ("World Run Day!"), but I'm not going to go crazy with the training. I'm really glad now that I didn't sign up for the 10K options in a fit of post-tri euphoria. I was kind of hoping that I'd set a new PR at the Pumpkin Run this year, but after my last two runs, I'm not so sure. I think I might try the belly dancing class tomorrow at the gym, do my usual BodyPump (not dreading that!) on Wednesday, and then perhaps a walking day on Thursday, followed by a gym day (run + light strength) on Friday.