I don't want to run. I don't want to work. I don't want to date. I don't want to do anything except curl up and read. (In my defense, I am reading some kick ass books.) My house could literally fall down and I think I would just walk away. After I found my cat of course. Is it depression or just the post race blues?
The fact that I can ask myself this leads me to suspect it's just post race blues in combination with crappy dates and crumby weather. I think I need someone to hold my hand as I run. Someone to make me run and hold me accountable for not. I thought signing up for the Turkey Trot would make the difference but it hasn't. Maybe I need a bigger race. Glass city half is on my list but I'm not signed up yet. I'm also debating between 3 spring fulls. I can't do all and will have to pick one soon. I was hoping to talk to my sister about it before I made my decision. I can probably wait till after Thanksgiving to decide. What's one more week?
My only beam of hope here is that I did this same thing last year. I completed the Akron half and wallowed for a month or so. I can't remember when I started hitting the roads again but I did do the Turkey Trot. I think I went into it coldish, though. I do know I was doing 10 mile runs at Christmas.
Do I need Paxil or just a swift kick in the butt out the door?
*Note to Mother: This is not a cry for help. I'm just venting. She worries, you know.