The one with the prolonged come down

Well the comedown from my sprint Tri has continued longer than anticipated. I don’t know how to describe the feeling, other than saying ‘I don’t care’ attitude. I’ve hadn’t been following my religiously followed diet. This started with a week off following the event, which morphed into a second week on holiday and then a third week where I binge ate again.

One day it was so bad I thought ‘fuck it’ and had a packet of biscuits and a dominos pizza. The next day I took my emergency meds. My low mood was starting to spiral. My weight has gone up a bit too. I’m back on the wagon now though so to speak so have high hopes of achieving my weight again in the next two weeks.

While going through this though I managed to keep working and didn’t miss a single training session. The closest I came to missing a session was on Saturday 10th October. I didn’t get out of bed till 1 pm and had zero motivation. Now this is really out of character, I usually get up at 5am most weekends. I really did not feel like a 2hr 10 min run in the rain.

Just as I was about to throw in the towel for the session I received a message from a friend, Lena, who is also on the Ironman journey, asking how my run went. We had a text conversation where she talked me into going for a run.

During the run I had a lot of time to clear my head. The first 80 minutes were not exactly enjoyable but I kept going, one leg in front of the other. Then when I got back to Mickleover (the district where I live) I felt a lot better and began to enjoy myself again.

Which brings me back to today and this week. Things are looking more positive, I’m sticking to my diet and looking forward to training again. I even enjoyed swimming this past week :-).

It was also world mental health day, which made me think a lot. I would have liked to blog then but to be honest I really didn’t feel upto it.

Onwards and upwards