The fire in my belly that I once had for training is extinguished.  Not even embers remain.  All that is left in my mind is the carbon smell of burnt wood.  I think I just need to take a significant amount of time off where I do absolutely nothing.  This will let my body heal and hopefully allow my mind enough time to gather some wood to start a new fire.

My plan for the upcoming weeks is to finish off my running for the year with the annual Turkey Trot in Prospect Park.  I signed my kids up for the event, so it won’t be much of a run.  Well, actually, it’s supposed to be a trot and that is all I am capable of doing anyway.  After that it is time for some serious slovenly behavior.  I am going to just let myself completely go.  After all in order to have a comeback, you need to have a setback first.  I am going to reset myself to zero and build myself back up from there.  I just need to do it this way.  I am tired, unmotivated and just want to rest.

So for now I am not a Triathlete, not an Ultrarunner, not even an exercise enthusiast.  I am just going to be a big fat bum until I get so disgusted with myself that I freak out and start my getting back in shape ritual all over again.  Hopefully I’ll be back by the New Year.