Blandly rolling through the last week or so. In one of those dark moods that seems to grind days to a slow, rutted path of apathy. Stepping away and looking at it objectively, I guess it's a combination of post big race, the change in weather toward winter, and general changes like moving, which I should be accustomed to by now.
I'm guessing one good long run will yank me back to a higher frequency of energy and interest. I've been maintaining with a constant dose of 8-10 mile runs mixed with recovery, especially my ankle/lower leg tendon/muscle/whatever-it-is pain. It does get better each day and I feel like I could run comfortably next week at the Boulder 100 if I chose to run it. At the moment it sounds more or less like a way to fill the hours of the weekend and holds little more appeal than to try to run under 18 hours. On the flip side, if I do it, there's a distinct possibility of dropping out unless I can swing my attitude and focus around to set the right frame of mind to do it.
Looking towards the winter months, I'm trying to come up with a new avenue of activity, so I'm not so reliant on running to keep me sane. The contenders for new hobbies are: Downhill skiing, cross-country skiing/skate skiing, snowshoe racing, snowboarding, and/or mountaineering.
Still no accurate results up for the bear 100 (2 weeks after the race) AND I won't receive my finishers buckle until thanksgiving if I'm lucky. Isn't that special. Thanks to Nick P I have a loaner buckle, otherwise I'd be calling the race director every day, "is it here yet? Is it here yet? is it here yet? Is it here yet?"
It's the weekend, so that's a good thing. Next week, new mood.