The G Running Diary

The Aftermath: 9/10/03

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Life has returned to normal. Sort of. We were out on the Bay Area Ridge Trail for 13 days (including a rest day), and have now been recovering for a week. A week ago today we were running around San Francisco, hoping to reach the end by dark. By the last day I finally felt good. I could almost say that I wanted to keep running. Almost. It was great to sleep in the next morning and not worry about getting up early, organizing things, and getting out the door. The other great thing was being able to completely remove all the tape from my feet and let them start healing.

Our pace was slow, so my muscles and bones felt pretty good the day after it was all over. Although during the run there were times I thought I was doing serious damage, there seem to be no lingering ill effects. I keep having dreams though. I wake up thinking I have to figure out where a trail head is, or which way to go on the next turn. I guess that part of it caused me some stress. It also slowed us down. Even in familiar parks, the actual Bay Area Ridge Trail route was often unfamiliar. One night I woke up believing that I was sleeping at a trail intersection, and had to decide what to do next. Then I realized that the run was all over and I didn't have to worry. I was relieved, but also confused. Some people feel post-race depression after a marathon or a 50K. The feelings after this run are difficult to fathom. Part of me is still out there.