It happens every single time, but this time my post-marathon slump happens to be in tandem with PMS. In addition to my usual running inertia, I also have the following dialogue running on a loop in my head:
The desire to run is gone.
I’m boring. I’m bored.
With running. With everything.
I want it back. I like running.
I want to lose weight.
I want my fibroid surgery to be over.
And my boobs not to be saggy.
And my stomach to shrink.
And to stop hunching over while I type.
And my mouse to quit breaking.
And to get rid of my waddle.
And get my hair colored. And cut.
And my sprinkler to stop spraying where it shouldn’t spray.
I know that everyone has different reactions to coming out of a marathon, and this is normal, but even that does not excuse the boobs. Or the sprinklers.
I need one really good running day to get my stride back. And a boob lift.