You survived the fundraising, the training runs, made it all the way to the finish line and now the post marathon blues have taken over. It’s an inevitable fact that upon crossing the finish line you already wish you were back at the beginning of your journey. You appear to have forgotten the pain of the final 10km, the agony of the early morning training runs, and all those hours spent bucket collecting for your fundraising. The marathon blues truly kick in and you begin to feel restless and bored and inevitably you diagnose yourself with post-marathon depression (PMD). So, here are the worst parts about the post marathon blues;
1) Re-adjusting to a normal diet – Pizza, pasta, potatoes. Carbs, carbs, carbs. Gone are the days of carbo-loading meals. You have to revert back to 3 ‘normal’ sized meals a day. No longer can you sit and eat a full pack of biscuits and claim to be carbo loading and that you are fuelling your body for that long weekend run on a Tuesday.
2) Spare time – For the past four months you have had every day fully booked up. Juggling lectures, essay writing and those all important runs. But now, you have spare time! What is this phenomenon of a lazy Sunday I hear you ask? Having nothing to do is now an alien concept and you are not sure you can readjust again.
3) No more Friday Night excuses – Alongside having spare time also comes the fact you no longer have an excuse to miss out on social events. Gone are the days where your response was “Sorry, I can’t. I have to run in the morning”. Nothing used to motivate you to be out past 9pm on a Friday. But now you don’t have a marathon to train for what excuse do you have. Guess it’s time to dress up and go to that friend’s birthday party which your only really attending because the Facebook event said there would be some free alcohol.
4) Empty – You feel empty. You no longer have a goal? People ask what’s next and you have no answer. No workout feels as good. There is no feeling of purpose to sweating your way through a spin class. You’re no longer training with the goal of completing a marathon.
The 42.195km is over. You feel as though something is missing, you can’t take it anymore and have to sign up to another race and it has to be a marathon because anything less just wouldn’t be as impressive.
All in all, simply nothing feels as good as when you cross the finish line after running 42.195km. So good that as soon as the pain from your legs has gone you’re thinking about the next race and the only possible cure for post-marathon depression is to sign up and do it all over again.