I have heard any number of stories about people who have experienced post ironman doldrums, not wanting to race not wanting to workout just wandering around listlessly frittering away the days until their inertia is overcome by their boredom. On the other hand I have never heard a story about someone who has maintained a high degree of motivation for training and racing immediately after an iron distance event.
Well, my story is just such a story. I can’t say why I am able to soldier on but I doubt it is because I am uniquely blessed among fellow triathletes with strength, stamina or determination. I suspect it may have more to do with the fact that stories about a perpetual motion machine are far less interesting than the dark musings of someone caught in the midst of an existential crisis.
Rather than bore you with details I will just see if I can provide hope for those who may believe that the post ironman doldrums are a fact of life by providing a pictoral preview of the known events in my next 12 months of life.
I'm telling you, I feel just as ornery as my old pal, the world's toughest Milkman, Reid Fleming.