The day after victory, after success, like walking home on the best night out. Adrenaline still courses through your veins, the cheers still echo in your ears, the friends you made still haunt your wandering steps.
Yesterday, you had purpose, aim, direction, now you have none. You wonder alone and undone.
You walk down hill, no longer looking at the view you climbed so high to see. Concentrating on the everyday steps right in front of you, you slow to a downward plod.
But despite the boredom and ordinariness, you keep plodding, because eventually you know you’ll start a new ascent.