Yea. Unplanned hiatus. You've heard it all before. Not going to try and pretend it won't happen again.
The truth is, after the Pittsburgh half I felt burnt out on running. Normally after big races I feel more inspired to run. I'm motivated by my performance and a constant need to be better next time, to be able to pick off one more runner at the end of the next race. Hell, two days after the marathon I ran four miles and did it with a smile on my face.
This time was different. I didn't run for almost a week. When I did run it felt like a chore, and I was sluggish the whole way through. I did it because I had to, because otherwise I would be losing everything I've worked so hard for, and would be starting back at square one with running long distances.
Not to get all New-Agey on the blog, but it really took me taking a step back and looking at the big picture to get over this hump. A year before, when the Pittsburgh marathon happened I laughed at everyone running it....why would anyone ever want to run that far? And less than six months later I was doing a full with co-blogger Ange. Two years before, I was graduating college in the worst shape of my life. Running any more than a mile would have been a struggle (I say would have because I was in no shape or form running at this time...aside from maybe chasing after Ange when she would run home from the bar drunk to make sure she made it inside safely.)
I stopped worrying about how far I was running and what days I was running. I wasn't training for anything for the first time in a year, and I took the opportunity to just RUN. I ran when I felt like it, and for as long as I wanted to. If some days that was only 2.5 miles, well, so be it. Other days I wanted to run six. I knew it would all even itself out in the end.
It's been a month now, and I'm finally starting to feel good about running again. I'm excited to come home from work, change into my workout gear and hit my usual running path. In the words of George Costanza, "I'M BACK BABY!"