I used to think I was broken in some way after finishing a race. No, not because I just beat the crap out of my body. It usually takes a few days for the euphoria to wear off and then it strikes: Post Race Depression! The more I think about it, the more sense it’s started to make. It’s about closing doors and saying farewell. Uh, that’s about all I have tonight. The deep moment has passed and the 2nd glass of wine is calling. It’s amazing how “sad” can also be euphoric. I feel connected, which is really nice.
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