Almost a fortnight on after the event (I can’t bring myself to say the m-word), and I find myself at a bit of a loss. The sudden freeing of time and brain space has been disconcerting, and I’m not sure I’m enjoying it. A post training fog has descended. I can’t help but think “What was the point”?
Any runners experienced anything similar?
In weight news, I am an unhappy 12 stone 9; though this translates as only 3 pounds up from before New York. Given I have only stopped rattling from the sheer volume of M and Ms consumed over there, it probably isn’t too bad. Yet again, I find myself in pursuit of the 12 stone mark, bollocks anyway. If I’m 12 stone 6 by Wednesday I’ll be happy enough. I have a meeting with a man that day you see….. But that’s a whole other story.
Ciao for now,