Sounds like quite the learning experience.
I say all of my races have been learning experiences for sure. This one more so because I got taken down and had to find it in myself to fight back off the ground. Also..it was a public take down..as it happened in front of my wife and friends...at a spectator friendly part of the race. Several people were pulled out of the race at this aid station...the decision made for them by the aid station captain. It was upsetting to my wife...I could see that...but it was way more upsetting to me. It's a selfish endeavor. I've never denied that.
I'm up pre dawn once again today. I'm starting the come down crash. I woke up from nightmares (insecurity fueled). That's an indicator that the chemicals are changing up. This is the worst part of the trip....although physically I could run right now. My body is recovering well....now it's just mental. Kind of like a hangover.
* Saw a little documentary on YouTube a couple weeks ago about this kind of thing. Many runners become very depressed after a big event...and start seeking out the next race to fill the dark voids. I wouldn't say I'm depressed...more like....a lost feeling. Getting back to the realities of everyday living. Not wanting to come back. The high is fading....the dragon has gone down another hole.
I understand why the sport attracts seekers, addicts, and people suffering from mental issues. I see them amongst me at every race. Everyone is chasing the high. Everyone. There is no other reason to do it. Even the "Ultra Groupies" are chasing the high. I see the same spectators race after race...the same non racers working the aid stations. They are getting off on watching the runners go through their battles....getting high watching others get high. Getting off on helping it occur. It's a very tight community. Everyone plays their part in the play.