Just a quick note to share that I passed the finish line more than 1 hour before the blast and was staying with a friend in a restaurant 2 blocks away when it all happened. It is a sad scene, unrealistic. Things are sinking in right now. It is all too sad. Just to think we ran past these bombs. Chill in the spine. What should have been like every year a celebration of the running sport changed in a day of sadness. My thoughts are with the volunteers, the supporters and the family members that cheered us at the finish line. Unbelievable.
I have been dragging my feet since January. No blogging, no serious training, no real motivation. There are heaps of research explaining what is happening after a successful ¨ A ¨ race. A drop of motivation is absolutely normal. This is not the difficult part for me. What I find hard, is how to get out of this groove. It usually is an external factor, that gets me out of it. I thought the receival of the confirmtion of acceptance to the Boston Marathon would do it, but it did not really. I continued to drag my feet and train out of routine, out of specific work-out plans, out of structure. It is only after the recieval 10 days ago of my official Boston Marathon Athelte passport that the motivation kicked back. Great! I am back at it…but….but with these months of unstructured training my body is not the one it was only 3 months ago. Less mobility/flexibility, less strength, less speed, more nagging little pains… The negligence spread to maintenance of the equipment. My only usable running shoes have over 800 km. Not surprisingly, I exposed myself to injury. And, ding-dong, here it came. Three weeks ago I started to feel some quads pain. I ignored them and ran further. I cannot feel the pain during training but afterwards, it is there and intense. My therapist says it is an ¨ awakening ¨ of the quads still somewhat atrophied from the crash I had 4 years ago. Regardless what it is, it is frustrating to have my motivation back, but realising that I cannot feed it with a fit body. Yes, I ran 89 min at the half-marathon in The Hague 3 weeks ago, but it does not mean that I am marathon fit, even less triathlon fit.
I am now 2 weeks before Boston, sitting in our Chalet in Saas-Fee and enjoying doing nothing, hoping that doing nothing will heal my quads. At least, now I look at these pictures and they talk to me, they say. Get back where you belong, in the world of acceptance, satisfaction, strength, high energy and good rest.