Racing really throws a wrench into the system. It (life, the world, the mind, the
body, everything) is just not the same on race day. The weeks before and the
days after aren’t exactly the same, either – erratic oscillations between
extremes of mental and physical and psychological and probably some other –ical
states. I think it’s what is called crazy.
I’ve been a total wreck. And during the race! Man, then it’s like time and
space do not even exist – total detachment – just pound and mountain, pound and
mountain, pound and mountain… then eventually you surface again and you feel
good again and you want to run! and you know why you went to the trouble.
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I saw your picture and it made me happy.
There’s a picture of me!? I better go look for it…
Great job again on the race!
You mentioned "peaking out" once which is a good term for the post-race mental wackiness. I'm not sure what the post-race term would be. For me, there is a deflated moment when I don't want to do anything physical, but then I look at pictures or results or both and remember how awesome the experience was and then it's on to the next one.
I think I’d call the post-race experience: trying to deal with the reality of the fact that we can’t stay at peak level forever, we have to go down the other side, and it’s a little sad for a while to feel the remnant adrenalins and such leaching out of our bodies. But like you mention, there’s always something brewing for the future… there will be other mountains to climb…
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