The Crash

When I ran Nashville I learned a lot about what completing a marathon does to your body. About three days after Country Music I ended up with a cold, I felt real sluggish, had no desire to run, and (sorry I'm sure this is too much information) ended up with Aunt Flo for the second time that month.
After doing some asking around I found out this is all normal, all of it. So I was prepared for that after Marine Corps. What I wasn't prepared for was the crash.

One of the girls at work, who has also run marathons asked me on Friday how I was feeling. I said I was fine, no soreness anymore, feeling good overall. She said: No, how do you feel, emotionally? I said: Well, in truth I've been really cranky the last few days. In truth I had a lot of anger and frustration that seemed to be spewing from me every chance it got. She said I was probably suffering from Post Marathon Blues. This was completely new to me. I had never heard of this. No one had ever told me about this. And I certainly didn't think this had anything to do with the race.

What she said though makes perfect sense. You spend 6 months or so gearing up for this goal. And then suddenly you've attained said goal and it's all over, done, finished. I think it's probably aided by the fact that the runner's high is gone. It's one big crash.
I'm pretty much back to normal now, thank goodness, but today will also be my last "rest" day until the Austin marathon in February. I'm a little worried about that crash being worse, since at that point it'll have been nine months of training with a week off. But at least now I know what to expect and I won't think I'm going crazy this time.