This all sounds good to me as I write it. But, at times when I am sitting in my over air conditioned office, listening to the guy down the hall drone on incessantly to some poor bastard stuck on speaker phone, I begin thinking back on how much I enjoyed Running Pittsburgh and my nearly blank race schedule. Then I find that I am browsing through upcoming races trying to justify ways to register for them. I know that I won't give in. But, the temptation is palpable. I want the feeling that I felt as I lined up at the start or as I crossed the finish. Heck, I even want the self doubt I had at mile nine as I wondered why the heck I was putting myself through all the pain for a silly medal and t-shirt (actually, a sweet long sleeve tech shirt). Fighting through the Runner's Version of the Bends kind of sucks. We have all been there, and I know that I just need to come up slowly. Let the post race exhaustion fade and get back into a workout and running routine and I won't feel so bad about the fading of my post race afterglow. I know it, but damn days spent in the post race decompression chamber don't just seem colorless.