Ah the Runner's High. I tell people all the time that I run to be done. It doesn't matter if the umpteenth person cut me off that day (very common in this odd little town), I found a gigantic zit in an unreachable spot or I only got one hour of sleep because my next door neighbor, the Elephant, spent the night body-slamming the wall we share (you think I'm kidding).
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
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WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! |
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Towpath Half Marathon 2008 |
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Becoming human fly paper on a summer night run |
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PRing: Biggest High EVER |
Ah that last photo is what running is all about! That sense of accomplishment that you can do stuff that you never thought was possible....
ReplyDeleteI agree, the feeling from running is like nothing else I've found in life.
that's an awesome finisher photo! I'm always looking down at the ground - but if I ran a 1:33, I'd probably be smiling from ear to ear! you're fast girl!
ReplyDeleterunners high = awesome!
So you can't crush it, roll it, smoke it? Ha! Interesting concept! I get it! It happens to me sometimes, like today, when my poor animals had to listen to me sing when I got home from the gym. You're a very positive influence!
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