With anything as special as Saratoga is comes a bit of depression when it ends. I get the same feeling every year, win or lose. This year stung even harder because I had to get up and drive a great friend to the airport, realizing I most likely wont see him again for many months. I hate airports, I really do. Talk about depressing.
Reality is a tough thing to get back adjusted too. Not much to look forward to in the coming weekends as I dislike football and my Red Sox are barely in any kind of postseason chase.
I did attempt to get back in my normal routine of the gym, but it wasnt especially great.
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