To say that I've felt lost for a week or so would be an understatement. It's a strange result that comes from achieving a goal that takes a lot of time and effort. I worked hard for about 5 months, and now, I don't have anything. Like it was there, on the horizon, looming for so long and seeming so far away. And now that the race is over I don't have anything to push for, so I end up eating chocolate chip cookies, drinking white wine, and watching hours of the olympics (of course this is while doing harmonic wave equations). What do I do now? I've spent a lot of time on the internet, looking for what's next. I have a 50k scheduled for October- 8 months away. I may be down in B-Ville running the Flatlanders if it isn't canceled. Maybe in April I'll fit a 25k in, maybe push a little harder than I'm used to and finish fast. But man, this is going to take some adjusting. I'm heading out the door for a Wednesday 10 miler. I can't seem to get pumped for anything that takes less than an hour to complete, I guess I just love the long run too much.