Ok, so perhaps it's been long enough since my last post. In a weird sort of way I almost didn't want to let go of Chicago. So keeping that post as the forefront post of my blog seemed like it might be a way to hang onto the day. But lo and behold we all must move on. And despite being a Boston Qualifier for the first time in my life it seems so surreal. I don't feel any different. I feel like the same old Vince. But I've also not felt like the same old Vince in a lot of ways.
I have experienced post-marathon depression before. Certainly after Philadelphia when I missed qualifying by 0:04 seconds, that was understandable. After my first marathon in Cleveland in 2006 I experienced the feeling of "now what?" And now you can add Chicago to that list. This last about as long as the previous two (10-14 days), but in some ways this has been completely different.
I know I have Boston to look forward to. I am also as fast as I've ever been. My training pace miles are consistently under or around 7:00 miles. I should feel great! But for some reason I don't. I plug away almost machine-like and feel that perhaps a rest is in order. One that I never took. I have not missed one day of running since well before Chicago. And yet, I cannot bring myself to stop and take a day for me. Maybe over the holidays.....
