None of that matters, because somewhere around halfway thru my run..the buzz begins. My usual pre-run crankiness is magically gone, replaced with a euphoria that only running 84 laps or circling the block 7 times could produce. I swear flowers start sprouting out of my ass and happy, cuddly forest animals hop alongside me. I have a sudden urge to talk to anyone and everyone. No contact in my phone is safe on my giddy drive home from the gym. I happily wave at the soccer mom who pulls her caravan out right in front of my path as I cheerily sing along to Britney or Rhianna (no weepy Adele for this drive home...ok, or ever..but I digress).
Some may scoff that The Runner's High does not exist.... To that, I present Exhibits A, B, C and D
|Towpath Half Marathon 2008|
|Becoming human fly paper on a summer night run|
|PRing: Biggest High EVER|