I thought about being discreet throughout this post, but then I thought, “Since when has discreet been my style?” I’m more about just telling it like it is, and the honest to God good news is I managed to not crap my pants the other day. Now that you know the end of the story, let’s go back to the beginning.
Jason’s sister was out visiting last week, and we got to talking about exercise. That’s when she threw out a crazy notion. She doesn’t believe everyone is capable of experiencing the endorphin rush commonly referred to as “runner’s high.” Then Jason went and agreed with her.
What?!?! I couldn’t disagree more. Isn’t this scientifically supported? I mean, weren’t endorphins first discovered in a petri dish by a guy in a white lab coat? Or, you know, in some other sciency environment?
Now I, by no means, get high every time I run. Some runs feel downright awful from beginning to end. But I’ve been high enough to establish MY beliefs. That endorphins are released after spending enough time in what I’ll call the “baby bear” zone. Not too hard, and not too
The trouble, I bet, is that non-runners’ runs often fall under the category of too hard and too short. Thus, no high. Just like when I run 400m repeats at the track. We might as well call them the sober sprints.
For me, the long run is where it’s at. I can pretty much bank on at least a buzz during the long run. And so I set out the other morning ready for a hit that never came. At least not a hit of endorphins.
About a mere mile into my run, however, I was smacked in the face (or, rather, punched in the gut) by an overwhelming urge to use the bathroom. We’re talking – couldn’t run, waddling down the shoulder of Main St. with my butt in the air, praying that none of the women in the mom’s group were driving by – emergency status.
You should also know that I took my phone/camera running with me. I don’t usually do this, but I wanted to kick off one of my weekly themed post ideas: Runner’s High. Every time the high hits I wish I could take a picture, link to the soundtrack playing on my shuffle and share it with the world.
Well, I can honestly say this was the highlight of my long run this week. Now I know why they call it SAFEway.