Triathlon Post-Partum Depression

My race numbers from Vineman are unreadable, but still faintly visible on my skin. It's sort of depressing to watch them fade, as they're the last physical link I have to the race (especially now that the muscular soreness has all but departed as well).

Not sure why I should be depressed. I guess perhaps it has to do with devoting such a tremendous effort and focus over the course of several months to something that was over in a matter of hours. It's funny, in a way, because I was so happy to finish the race when I finally reached the finish line, to have an end to the pain, but now that it's over, it's hard for me to let it go.

I guess I shouldn't be too surprised, though. I mean, didn't I go through this same effect year in, year out as a kid, waiting with growing anticipation for Christmas day, only to face the inevitable letdown ushered in by the flurry of torn wrapping paper?

For now, I'll enjoy some R&R time with the family, get some work done around the house, and then throw myself into the next round of training. After all, with Big Kahuna in September, CIM in December, and IM Coeur d'Alene a scant 10 months away, I've got enough to keep myself more than occupied!